Stop this lying Stop this cheating Stop treating me like I am some Kind of fool over whose eyes you can pull the wool Youre not so cool Remember its to me you are speaking Stop cutting Stop hurting Stop this dirt About you lifting up your skirt To any man dressed in pants with shirt buttons undone and flirting When you are so low down in soho There is no hope no how No place to go You will go along Some people say Im a crazy kind of fool But be that as it may You always treat me cruel Solo in soho Stop talking Stop eating We cant go on meeting And greeting Meeting and cheating and meeting And sleeping you know thats deceiting And thats only repeating When you are so low Down in soho There is no hope no how There is no place to go But you will go along Some people say Im a crazy kind of fool But be that as it may you always treat me cruel Solo in soho