Well well well You should have known better Than to live with a man these days Your soul soul soul Is in stormy weather In the mirror there's a stranger's face Past the smokestacks And the pidgeons blowin' in the wind And the gla** and the tower lights I caught you in the window just lookin' For any little piece of the sky Well well well There's no way that it's easy When you just want to be with your man But you can tell tell tell That your life ain't your own no more When you lay it in someone else's hands Past the futile domestic magazines With their women, that never seem to cry I cayght you lookin' in a private dream For any little piece of the sky Well well well Can't we be lovers Can't we be more than what's giving you pain I know I know That the world is to live in But it doesn't give another way Past the almost loves that never happen Past anything that money can buy I saw you lookin' like a closet gypsy For any little piece of the sky