there was an old oak tree who spoke and gave me very good advice
he said that i'm really paying quite an exorbitant price
i forgave her when she believed she ought to rule
she forgave me, alas what a fool
each of us believing the other settled the score
so she got a good-looking boyfriend while i got a whore
she crossed the proverbial street by concrete's design
but i crossed a much more fatal line
she did that which she did because of a hormone
i did what I did fueled by dope and testosterone
it was a game of tit-for-tat with a worn out hat

her only solution was retribution
but i needed not her absolution
she thought she was smart but i was beyond brilliant
you see women get weary while men become resilient
what counts is the abiity to bounce rigt back
just to become declared and crowned the all around winner
yet the lady ain't never tasted triumph the way i did when i became a born-again sinner
there are some battles where each other declares itself the winner
ah, but the way it finally resolved itself was best for all concerned
i was riding on a cloud called yesterday aside all the things i've learned
In came a man with slicked back blue-black hair and a chisled chin
so i was there to watch seduction, sensuality and sin
and then she told the man to take a seat at the next stool
and i think they knew each other from high school

so after all, i think it's obvious who got to rule
while i always seem to bring the wrong song or a necessary tool and
finally the trouble became cruel
there are still a great many things i'd like to give to her please
or just let me tell her that she's a fool because she's leaving with a sexually transmitted disease
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