I could never be your woman

There are many records that capture an era for me - as I am certain there are for all of us.

However, this particular song is indelibly associated with a part of my life when I was a "merry" widow, living in Plymouth(!), and had just met someone who I thought might be a soulmate. Now ten years on, Madame Arcati are (in the approximate echoes of a Sondheim song) "still here", and this song sums up a little of that bizarre situation that he rescued me from...

Enjoy the enigmatic sound of White Town (and whatever happened to Jyoti Mishra?)...

White Town - Your Woman

Your Woman
Just tell me what you've got to say to me,
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth,
It comes as no surprise at all you see,
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through.

Now I know your heart, I know your mind,
You don't even know you're being unkind,
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways,
Just use me up and then you walk away,
Boy you can't play me that way.

Well I guess what you say is true,
I could never be the right kind of girl for you,
I could never be your woman.

When I saw my best friend yesterday,
She said she never liked you from the start,
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same,
But you always knew you held my heart.
And you're such a charming handsome man,
Now I think I finally understand,
Is it in your genes?, I don't know,
But I'll soon find out, that's for sure,
Why did you play me this way?

Well I guess what you say is true,
I could never be the right kind of girl for you,
I could never be your woman.

Well I guess what they say is true,
I could never spend my life with a man like you,
I could never be your woman.