She is a woman of all faces Works so hard just to be replaced with Who really cares what she's made of? A funny thing to just be To be a woman, she must face it Pick a style in style and display it Who really knows a woman of faces? Not you, not you, not me 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 her world and mine And she's ruses a life, but that's fine Oh, what a day And what a mess I've made Warm skin a-stained Oh, darling, what I entertained And this hand to mouth, day to day Seems to take its weight until I wear mine I see it all fall And I just get in the way Who really knows a woman of faces? Not you, not you, not me 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 her world and mine And she's ruses a life, but that's fine And it's hard to see, hard to see You being anybody but yourself And it's hard to be, and it's hard to be To be anybody but yourself And it's hard to give, and it's hard to live When you can't give it to yourself And it's hard to reach, and it's hard to please And it's hard to see She is a woman of old faces Not you, not me