There ain't nothing so very good
As this love in its morning
When it comes with its promises
And leaves without warning
There ain't nothing I can do about
This fever in my head
Oh, things I can't say out loud,
Things that I dread
There ain't nothing so bad, now
As a good man done wrong
There's blood on my hands,
Honey now-
What have I done?
Honey what have I done
One day I woke up
Forgot all my dreams
And its driving me to distraction, honey
Would you listen to me, please
Every man is a prisoner
Of his own desire
Oh, good man get done some wrong
Gets caught in it's fire
There ain't nothing so bad, now
As a good man done wrong
There's blood on my hands,
Honey now,
what have we done?
Honey what have we done
(It was a slip of the tongue
now the plague has begun)
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