The tables have turned on you
As you fall from grace
To sit down with Caroline
Sour in face
And so dear friend of mine
Speak of your pain
So called friend of mine
Speak of your strife
The tables have turned again
As you take your aim
To sit down with Caroline
Sour in face
And so dear friend of mine
Speak of your pain
So called friend of mine
Speak of your strife
It’s a pleasure of mine, just to know you're fine
It’s a pleasure of mine, just to know you're fine
And sour Carol, I
Mean not to blame
But tread through the mothers eyes
And shift your game
So sit with a friend of mine
Tell them your strife
Sit down with Caroline
Speak of your strife
It’s a pleasure of mine, just to know you're fine
It’s a pleasure of mine, just to know you're fine