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If You Ever See Me Talking To A Sailor - Rachel Tucker/The Last Ship Company

Written by：Sting

When the winds

From the eastern quarter

And there's a pungent taste of salt

Upon the breeze

Something troubles your insides

Like a scum upon the tides

A something washed up on the beach

Down by the quays

Intuition's what a girl

In love relies on

I should've known

He only wanted to be free

I drew my line upon the sand

Only a fool would ever stand

Between a man

And his involvement

With the sea

And when the tide rolls out

You'll find your bed is empty

And he's gone

So if you ever see me talking to a sailor

Some scurvy no good mongrel of a tar

You knock the drink out of my hand

Push me over where I stand

Take a slug at me

But somewhere I won't scar

Pin my body to the ground

And slap my face to bring me round

Then you can roll my silly ass

Out of this bar

For a sailor's not a man to be trusted

He'll bill and coo call you his chickadee

Oh but when he's had his way

All you'll get is his good day

Then he'll blow a kiss

And scuttle back to sea

And when the tide rolls out

You'll find your bed is empty

And he's gone

So if you ever see me talking to a sailor

And I blithely stand

There passing time of day

No don't you hesitate to think

Someone's tampered with your drink

And he's shaking out your handbag

In the time it takes to blink

And all the booze you've ever bought him

He's just throwing up in the sink

Just call the funny farm and carry me away

For a sailor's not a man to be trusted

He's treacherous as tides and hidden reefs

And just to get you up the stairs

He'll quote the bible in his prayers

And before you know

He's bound for tenerife

And when the tide rolls out

You'll find your house is empty

And he's gone

And when the tide rolls out

You'll find your heart is empty

And he's gone

And when you become a woman

Of a certain age

You'll find it's difficult

To trust a man

Difficult to gauge

When that bills rat who left you

Without a living wage

Thinks there's still

That tawdry glamour of the sea

That I swear to god's

Completely lost on me

So if you ever hear me

Talking to a sailor

Some mangy sea dog skulking

On the quay

Ah just remind me what I've said

Or you can shoot me in the head

And then throw my bleeding body

In the sea

You'll find your bed is empty

And he's gone