Nobody feels any pain.
Tonight as I stand inside the rain.
That Baby’s got new clothes.
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows.
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes she does.
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does.
And she aches just like a woman.
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Just Like a Woman
Bob Dylan (1966), Blonde on Blonde