verse 1 I think she wanted your affections Well, at least that's what i've read God knows the world is a cruel place When beauty don't grace your head When your two legs withered She offered her caress Her love deeper than warm springs But Lucy got your best Yes, Eleanor taking what she could get verse 2 Surely love must have an object When refused so many times She gave hers to the orphans The weak, the starving, the sick and blind Ah, but the credit it fell back on you You pinned her to your chest Her love deeper than warm springs But Lucy got your best Yes, Eleanor taking what she could get verse 3 She knew about those seedy little business trips But she became your welcome mat And I bet she could've used something from you Something more than a fireside chat Hey, history's flesh and blood it seems There're no more heroes waiting in the wings But Franklin, she never loved you any less Eleanor taking what she could get verse 4 Now to those who wield great power Popularity, vulgarity, and the sword You know those little molders of public opinion Create the stuff of graffiti legend and folklore We remember your profile and cigarette She's just a footnote in your text Her love deep as the ocean Ah, but Lucy got your best Eleanor taking what she could Eleanor taking what she could Eleanor taking what she could get