How many boys, one night stands, How many lips, how many hands, have held you Like I'm holding you tonight Too many nights, staying up late, Too much powder and too much paint No you can't hide from the turning of the tide Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress The boys all say "You look so fine" They don't come back for a second time Oh you can't hide from the turning of the tide Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before Did he tell you that he'd love you, darling, for evermore? Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume, Creaking bed in a hotel room Oh you can't hide from the turning of the tide Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress The boys all say "You look so fine", They don't come back for a second time Oh you can't hide from the turning of the tide