| I go through the strangest kind of changes |
| Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues |
| And would you believe it I’m so urban |
| My suburban friends don’t know my bag of blues |
| I’m up in the morning on the corner so siditty |
| That you’d hardly know it’s me |
| And late in the evening when I’m mellow |
| There’s my fellow with the world for me to see |
| It’s a world full of cocktails at nine |
| And dinners and wine very late shows |
| And where the crowd goes |
| I’m a girl with a world of her owna queen on her throne |
| Till everything’s gone and then |
| I wake up to find that I’m a stranger |
| In a world where I have never before |
| I look for my man who held my hand |
| But now I know that he’ll be coming back no more |
| I’m telling you 'bout this bag of blues |
| Paid a whole lotta dues baby |
| Gonna change my way of livin' talkin' bags of blues |
| Mister don’t you see I’m paying dues |
| Gonna change me some shoes baby |