My friend humiliating yourself
Speaking to a spare wheel
That will get torn down on the tar road
That is what these girls are today.
They take a man, run him down
Dump a man, the way you throw
Thrash in its can.
No use crying over what was done
And forgetting what you did not do
You loved a man and then what did you do wrong?
Let us begin here.
Your story is yours alone
Two people are not her doing
What they did last night
Me and you untangling
This myth is the end of it.
Goodbye Tears Lady,
I will cry with you tomorrow.
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