You've been living on the jazz side of life

Carrying your pain in your back pocket and a sharp edge knife

And somebody told me there's a man you've been seeing

But I know he ain't your lover and I know he ain't your friend



And I can tell by the way you look

You ain't been treating yourself right girl, yeah you been whooped

And if I could I would come to your side

But I know you wouldn't want me to, it would only hurt your pride



Why do you act like you don't know me at all

Why do you, why do you turn your face to the wall

Girl don't try to run away like that

I know about the pain and all of that jazz



You lean against the bar with that look on your face

The leather's worn on your boots and your blouse is tattered lace

You pawn your guitar and you bus it again

Your Chevy's broken down and you're looking for a ride with him



You lie in your bed and stare at the plaster peeling and

Wonder where your spirit went and that wild abandoned feeling

Something you always knew about, something you almost forgot

Hidden in a place somewhere deep down in your heart



Why do you act like you don't know me at all

Why do you, why do you turn your face to the wall

Girl don't try to run away like that

I know about the pain and all of that jazz

I know about the pain and all of that jazz



I know all about it

I know all about it, girl

I know all about it

I know all about it, girl



I know all about it

I know all about it, girl

I know all about it

I know all about it