I've got a battered hand I wrote it on my list Didn't know what your feeling was But it must be better than this Don't go out And don't give in My head is in this country now and Tells me i can win So pretty baby Show me how These wicked ladies Are starting to shout With your head upon my pillow I wish that it could be, so cold And despite your bleaker warnings I wanted to believe I wrote it in the sand A single parting gift Didn't know what redemption was but it Can't be worse than this So don't go out And don't give in My head is in this country now and Tells me i can win So pretty baby Show me how These wicked ladies Are starting to shout With your head upon my pillow I wish that it could be, so cold And despite your blue eyed warnings I wanted to believe