The pounds had piled upon
As she sank into the sand,
amidst my outstretched hand I could not understand her final cries
She did not feel me well,
she nagged me close to hell
Way faced but fine and well,
The women and their husbands,
they are chalk and they are cheese
You cannot call it true love until
one of you's on your knees
The wo men and their husbands,
they are nothing, they are self
Life just can't survive unless
Life just can't survive unless you
learn the hard truth, man
Wife number two, so loyal and so true
Bree's top blew, she was mine
But when she hit that railway track,
I watched her pour her crack
I called her late at night
Asking her friends advice
The wo men and their husbands
They are chucking, they are cheese
You cannot call it true love
Until one of you's on your knees
The wo men and their husbands
They are knocking, they are sound
Unless you learn to hush your mouth
Unless you learn to hush your mouth
As I stood there soaking wet
As I could not quite forget
The wo men and their husbands,
they are chalk and they are cheese
You cannot call it true love until
one of you's on your knees
The women and their husbands,
they are nothing, they are self
Love just can't survive unless
Love just can't survive unless you
Wife number four, he loves me to the core,
so I like to stay indoors and watch
If he mentions going out,
he puts finger to my mouth and reminds me of wise men two and
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