I go through the strangest kind of changes   Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues   And would you believe it, I'm so urban   My suburban friends don't know my bag of blues      I'm up in the mornin' on the corner so sedated   That you hardly know it's me   And late in the evening when I'm mellow   There's my fellow with the world for me to see      Oh, it's a world full of cocktails at nine   Dinners and wine and very late shows   And where the crowd goes      I'm a girl with a world of her own   A queen on her throne   Till every thing's gone and then      I wake up to find that I'm a stranger   In a world where I have never been before   I look for the man who held my hand   But now I know that he'll be coming back no more      I'm telling you 'bout this bag of blues   It's payin' dues, but I got news   Gimme that, I really want that      Speakin' 'bout bag of blues   Mister, I'm payin' dues   Listen I'm changin' shoes   I'm gonna make me some changes      I walk in a daze and then I'm back to my apartment   Where I'll grab another wink   And doze on the sofa till eleven   Then get up and pour myself another drink      Then back at the party, I'll be hearty   While waitin' for some better news   But now in the meantime   I'll just sit right here and cool it      We're gonna cool it now   And listen to the rhythm   Ahmad's blues