(hicks / lynch)
Next time I meet a girl, I wont ask her her name
Or where shes been, or where she came from
The last time I found love it only brought me pain
The problems almost took me over
I was washing up for mother, I was lighting pipes for papa
And fetching water
And thats got nothing at all, thats got nothing at all
To do with love
Next time I meet a girl
I wont tell her my name
Or where Ive been
Or where I came from
Ill take a hold of her
And love her just the same
No need to mention past acquaintances
I just want someone to love me
And someone to like the presents
That I bought her
cause thats got something to do
Yes, thats got something to do
To do with love
Each girl I meet comes up wronger
And I cant take it all much longer
No, I cant no
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