Paroles Tattler de David Soul

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Whenever you find a manWho loves every woman he seesThere's always some kind of womanThat's putting him up a treeAnd that kind of man he ain't gotAs much sense as a mule'Cause you know all those women, they don't love him,They're playin' him for a foolAh ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understandTrue love can be such sweet harmonyIf you do the best that you canIf you marry the wrong kind of womanAnd get to where you cannot breath,You just as well go get your hatAnd let that woman beAnd men ought'a make good husbandsAnd quite trying to lead the fast lifeGoin' out, dressin' up, every other womanWon't put clothes on his own wifeAh ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understandTrue love can be such sweet harmonyIf you do the best that you canNow there're lots of good women who want to marryAnd live a good life at homeBut they're afraid they'll get hold of a rowdy manWon't leave other women aloneAnd there're lots of good men who want to marryAnd live a good life at homeBut everytime they turn their backThere's a man sayin; "Honey, has he gone?"Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understandTrue love can be such sweet harmonyIf you do the best that you can

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