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Damaged Goods

He was always a bit too open
A bit too quick to please.
Such eagar men make women feel ill at ease
Relationships never lasted long,
But there was nothing in particular
You could say he was doin' wrong

But now his loneliness is beginning to show
His confidence is at an all time low
He's always second guessing, look at him hesitate,
The littlest decisions are the hardest to make.

'Cause now he
Thinks of himself as Damaged Goods
So far no one ever treated him as gently as he hoped they would
And he don't hold his head up quite so high.
And he finds himself longing for the innocence of times gone by.

She had her first man when she was 23
Years after all her girlfriends gave away their virginity
And now at last she thought her life had begun
But she sees things a little differently now that she's 31.

She's had a lot of lovers, but no special man
Has ever really touched her, or tried to understand.
Now there's an awkward hesitation in everything she does,
If only her life could be simple like it was.

But now she
Thinks of herself as damaged goods.
So far, no one's ever treated her as gently as she hoped they would
And she don't hold her head up quite so high.
She finds herself longing for the innocence of times gone by.

I don't know about you, but it seems like all of my friends
Are either being hurt or they are trying to mend
The hurt been done to them by somebody else.
Now they carry with them like a badge a sadly
damaged image of themselves.

Got a little sister, 15 years old
And there is so very much, things she should be told
But she won't listen, Lord knows, I never did
That's why I got so many scars I struggle to keep hid.

Sometimes I falter, sometimes I lose.
Sometimes I get caught up wallowing in my blues
So undecied, I hesitate and yet
Every once in a while I just manage to forget that

I think of myself as damaged goods
So far, no one's ever treated me as gently as I wish they would.
And I don't hold my head up quite that high
Now I'm longing for the simple days
Wonder how things got this way?
Longing for the innocence of times gone by
Oh those times gone by.
Words and Music by Christine Lavin/Flip-A-Jig
Music ASCAP & Happy Valley Music BMI
Copyright 1986, Palindrome Records, Philo