If I see a blind man cross the roadTryin' to make the other sideIf I see a young girl growin' oldTryin' to make herself a brideSo what becomes of you, my love?When they've finally stripped you ofThe handbags and the black ragsThat you pulled right downAt the swatch of my loveMeOnce I was a young manAnd all I thought I had to do was smileWell, you are still a young girlAnd you bought everything in styleSo once you figure in your ownCause you don't mean a single thing withoutThe handbags and the black ragsThat you pulled right downAt the swatch of my loveSing a song six spoons for his sakeAnd drink a bottle full of ryeFour-and-twenty blackbirds in a cakeAnd bake them allIn a pieThey told me you missed school todaySo what I suggestYou just throw them all awayThe handbags and the black ragsThat you pulled right downAt the swatch of my loveMeOnce I was a young manFour-and-twenty blackbirds in a cakeAnd drink a bottle full of ryeI just thought I'd do youOne more lynxTo throw in my WordThat's it for now, I'm gonna have to sweat the fireI'm gonna have to sweat the fire