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You should stay away from roses |
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And be careful to avoid chocolate hearts |
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Keep distant from romantic notions |
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Cause that's where love most often starts |
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Be sure to steer clear of diamonds |
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And mink coats are most certainly out too |
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For if she goes in for that kind of thing |
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Just might fall then what you will do |
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You know you've always been the sort |
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Who's truly only fond of the sport |
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And who will never be satisfied |
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Reclining in slippers by the fireside |
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With a wife's constant nagging for things that you can't provide |
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Who no longer bears resemblance to that soft spoken flower |
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You were so desperate to have for your bride |
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Too much conversing with a woman tends to dull a man's wit |
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Never be taken in by poets |
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Who claim that love if it's pure will never fade |
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Though love may last all right in a bibliotheque |
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In the real world man its too easily unmade |
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So don't take your freedom for granted |
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Don't let curiosity take you for a ride |
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As years drag on when you wake up next to her |
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You'll wish that in your sleep you had died |
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You'll wish you had died |
