There was old man joe who dumped his poor wife For a lady much like the one that he had She'd followed him soundly for the months that had passed No complaining or moaning, why did he not last?
But only the man of god he knew all Next confession he said to joe, why'd you fall? I cant give you grace, you've hurt 19 women And joe made no reasons except one that we know? He was the one that was hurt long ago.
So don't kiss the broken one It will never resolve what you have just done They'll hang onto thoughts in hope of one day Repeating the same situation each way Of falling in love, then being alone.
It's a drug that only some will bring home They'll take it again to make sure that they live Broken and wanting someone else to give. Its not only men that play at this game
The women are worse, its just not so plain Take lady bee, a lady of such, Who had servants in rows and handbags to clutch But her heart was locked as a maid's first love
Once one man would touch it she'd give them the shoe And this is what most of the townspeople knew. That she had to treat them the way she'd been had Left by her true love, stranded and sad.