I've grown tired, of the words of the single man. Hangin' lifeless on his every word, o man. You don't understand dear man. The little angel held out her hand.
I seen ya in your red room laughin'. With your shinin' coffee can. So many wrongs all kinds a goins on. Held my head an ran. But I hid and did a bit more lookin'.
No man ever seen the face of his foe no. He ain't made of flesh and bone. He's the one who sits up close beside you girl, and When he's there you are alone.