How many boys, one night stands How many lips, how many hands have held you Like I'm holding you tonight Too many nights staying up late Too much powder and too much paint But you can't hide from the Turning of the Tide Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress? Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time But you can't hide from the Turning of the Tide Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before Did he tell you that he'd love you, darling, forever more? Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume Creaking bed in the hotel room But you can't hide from the Turning of the Tide How many boys, one night stands How many lips, how many hands have held you Like I'm holding you tonight Too many nights staying up late Too much powder and too much paint But you can't hide from the Turning of the Tide From the Turning of the Tide