She is a woman of old faces Wears a smile just for it to be replaced with Her ache is what she's made of A funny thing to just be To be a woman, she must face it Pick a style, decide, and display it Who really knows a woman of faces? Not you, not you, not me Don't be surprised (be surprised) Don't be surprised When she hurts you in time When she spits on the rhyme Of yesterday's life It's a very fine line Between walls and desires And she's losing the fight That's fine Oh, what a day And what a mess I've made Warm skin and stained Oh, darling, what I'd entertain And this hand to mouth, day to day Seems to take its way and talk and talk The weight of mine I see it all fall And I get in the way Who really knows a woman of faces? Not you, not you, not me Don't be surprised Don't be surprised When she hurts you in time When she spits on the rhyme Of yesterday's life She told me this time That she plans her goodbye And she's [?] And she's [?] And don't ask why When she crawls in the night And she washes her eyes, [?] And don't be despised When she [?] And she looks twice At who she is [?] But she's tried She sees it all away And she washes her hands with graces Washes and washes her hands To wash the day away now See her Ooh, didn't you long to meet her? In the morning time After all, she tried She tried