What if I ask you so gently about? Have you found yourself in the crowd? My friend Is this the end? You put your lipstick on your lips There’re nothing more than fallen leaves You’re on the stuff Enough!
Chorus Tell me your sorrowful fable Put your soul on the surgeon’s table You are out of puff Enough!
2. I wonder if I could help You have no reason just to skelp My friend Is this the end? Here it is my advice Never drop your green eyes Just live and laugh And say enough.
Tell me your sorrowful fable Put your soul on the surgeon’s table You are out of puff Enough!