She's Got a Problem Songtext
von Marianne Faithfull

In the end will it matter that you′ve gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?
Will the night always seem so long?
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see the whiskey as a Mother in the end?


In the end will I smash my brains with drinking?
Till I fall down on the floor
Will I hiccup and jabber Saying things I never meant?
Will I kiss and cry and wake to find
A sordid stranger by my bed?
Will the world shake its sensible head
And say the words that have to be said?
She′s got a problem

Every problem has a solution in the end
And solutions must be final
For help gets so unhelpful near the end
When I take my last ride Down the big dipper slide
Will I care, will it matter If the world should say?

She had a problem
She had a problem
She had a problem


In the end will it matter that you've gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?
Will the night always seem so long?
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see whiskey as a Mother in the end?