The last face that i looked on
can't recall too much about
the image of it left me
each time the lights went out
the last mind that i wandered
i remember how i ran
just to find the road had ended
just where it began
Chorus:
the next man that i marry
there ain't nothin' he won't do
most likely love me too much
The next hands that i hide in
will be warm and dry as smoke
just as satisfied to hold me
as to dust my winter coat
the next soul that i sleep in
will be soft as summer rain
and when i need more lovin'
he'll love me once again
Chorus
The next man that i marry
there ain't nothin' he won't do
most likely love me too much
just like you