Tattler Lyrics - Playing To An Audience Of One - David Soul

Whenever you find a man 

Who loves every woman he sees 

There's always some kind of woman 

That's putting him up a tree 

And that kind of man he ain't got 

As much sense as a mule 

'Cause you know all those women, they don't love him, 

They're playin' him for a fool 

Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand 

True love can be such sweet harmony 

If you do the best that you can 

If you marry the wrong kind of woman 

And get to where you cannot breath, 

You just as well go get your hat 

And let that woman be 

And men ought'a make good husbands 

And quite trying to lead the fast life 

Goin' out, dressin' up, every other woman 

Won't put clothes on his own wife 

Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand 

True love can be such sweet harmony 

If you do the best that you can 

Now there're lots of good women who want to marry 

And live a good life at home 

But they're afraid they'll get hold of a rowdy man 

Won't leave other women alone 

And there're lots of good men who want to marry 

And live a good life at home 

But everytime they turn their back 

There's a man sayin; "Honey, has he gone?" 

Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand 

True love can be such sweet harmony 

If you do the best that you can