A wise man once told me
A man never cries but
When his true woman leaves him
He weeps in the corner
And finds solace in the bottle
As a teenager i have seen
The strongest man i knew weep
Too much smoke
Too much whisky
Is not what you need
I say few shots of whisky
Few shots of another woman's love
Is what you need
They make you strong
Let the woman love you
And yo few may become a
Philosopher in the corner
A man never cries but
When his true woman leaves him
He weeps in the corner
And finds solace in the bottle
As a teenager i have seen
The strongest man i knew weep
Too much smoke
Too much whisky
Is not what you need
I say few shots of whisky
Few shots of another woman's love
Is what you need
They make you strong
Let the woman love you
And yo few may become a
Philosopher in the corner
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