sheila has been standing in the rain for so long now she can oh

hardly take the drizzle

she has been taking all this pain for so long now

still she runs when the master blows his whistle

 

she knows the colors of yellow blue and green

and so well how to hide the traces

she walks into the day if there is no other way

ignoring the staring staring faces

 

and i cannot tell her name

that’s why i call her sheila

i cannot tell her name

that’s why i call her

 

sheila beware

sheila take care

so you don’t go to a better land

sheila out there

sheila somewhere

sheila go and find yourself a better man

 

sheila sheila sheila

 

the night is gone the morning on and sheila can you tell me how long

will you take this way of living

he weeps like achild and begs you on his knees

to be understanding and forgiving

 

and i cannot tell your name…

 

sheila beware…

 

sheila sheilea sheila

 

sheila beware…