When he said, when he said That he liked my cut of hair I became a barber When he said, when he said That my scent was Eau de Fleur I became a perfumer When he said, when he said That he liked the clothes I wore I became a tailor And I sewed a party dress In and out and in and out With a needle and a thread In and out and in and out In my head, the thought of him In and out, in and out and in When he said, when he said He was leaving I took up the violin When he said, when he said That my body he'd not miss I became a sculptress When he said, when he said That my face he'd soon forget I became a poet And the fiddle and the bow In and out and in and out And the chiseling stone In and out and in and out And the fountain pen In and out, in and out and in Now that he's gone away There isn't anyone to say If I'm a lady gay or a crazy woman Now that he's gone away There isn't anyone to say If I'm a diamond or a dime a dozen Didn't I gleam in my father's eye? Who am I? Who am I? Didn't I split my mother's side? Who am I? Who am I? Didn't I drink her nipple dry? Who am I? And no one taught me how to cry Who am I? How to cry for what I wanted in the night Who am I? Who am I? And didn't I cry and cry? Who am I? Who am I?