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Sadly Sorta Like a Soap Opera

This song is by Steve Forbert and appears on the album Jackrabbit Slim (1979).

(Instrumental Intro)

The walls close in around you,
And he won't be home to night.
He's out somewhere a-gambling,
And perhaps he's in a fight,
And yes, you know about the women,
And you know there's three or four,
And perhaps he's out there laughing now,
And dancing round the floor.

And yes, you try to make the best of it,
Which isn't much I know.
You'd thought you had your fill of it,
But you see that it wasn't so... o.
No... o.

Now your babes are sleeping soundly,
And you hang your head and think.
He damn near broke your nose last night,
And all he does is drink,
And as the wind blows at the window,
And the clouds go 'bout the moon,
The walls close in around you,
And your sadness fills the room.

And yes, you try to make the best of it,
Which isn't much I know,
You'd thought you had your fill of it,
But you see that it wasn't so... o.
No... o.

(Instrumental Bridge)

You know you make your own decisions,
And you live the life you choose.
I watch it from the sidelines,
And it sure gives me the blues.
You know you're sure to find me waiting,
Should you ever come around.
I am the one who loves you,
While he drives you further down.

And yes, you try to make the best of it,
Which isn't much I know.
You'd thought you had your fill of it,
But you see that it wasn't so... o.
No... o.
No, babe.

(Long Instrumental Outro)

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