A temperamental ex stops and asks her why
But one cannot expect a true reply
Somehow love's picture hangs imperfect
And hand on heart we learn the score
The lovers and their wars
And wondering what's meant to be
For hope will spring eternal
When love's got you on your knees
Oh, oh, shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, always and much more
Her body makes an S, today they made a C
He sleepless, needing her, he dogs her dreams
Then he wakes up on her doorstep
Then he wakes up on his floor, more drunker than before
She wouldn't open up to him
But hope will spring eternal
Through a multitude of sins
Oh, oh, shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, always, always, always
For hope will spring eternal
When love's got you on your knees
Oh, oh, shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, always and for evermore

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