Cactus

Well those good time friends of yours gonna desert you Your good looks, baby, are gonna leave you too And the thrills you got for free are gonna cost you When there ain't no one around to see you through I said Who you gonna turn to, baby? Where you gonna lay your cryin' eyes? Who you gonna run to, darling When there ain't no one around to sympathize? You've become accustomed to wining and dining But them boys are all just wolves in the clothes of sheep And when the hourglass on your shoulder finally runs out Baby, you'll find wolves got no taste for aging meat I said Who you gonna turn to, baby? Where you gonna lay your cryin' eyes? Who you gonna run to, darling When there ain't no one around to sympathize? When your hired hands have left you on your own And you hide your ruined face beneath a veil When it comes the time to reap the seeds you've sown Baby, don't you feign surprise to find my ship has sailed I said Who you gonna turn to, baby? Where you gonna lay your cryin' eyes? Who you gonna run to, darling When there ain't no one around to sympathize?