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