Poor Thing

You promised to take me to bed dear, you said that we’d find a place to sleep
I woke up on the floor dear, you broke your promise to me
You told me to get a job dear, I’m working most days through
I’m tired of putting in your work dear, I’m tired of working for you

I’m leaving tomorrow, for Mexico City
Well I’m gone, and I don’t know if I’ll be back
My money’s in my shoes
I’m a poor thing! Won’t you cut me some slack?

You want me for a rocking chair, my knees are all worn down
This chair could be the end of me, and I just want to sit down
You promised to take me to bed dear, you said that we’d find a place to sleep
I woke up on thе floor dear, you broke your promise to mе

I’m leaving tomorrow, for Mexico City
Well I’m gone, and I don’t know if I’ll be back
My money’s in my shoes
I’m a poor thing! Won’t you cut me some slack?