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It's an age old story 

And a bitter tale to tell

How a little taste of Heaven

Can drive a man straight to Hell

The minstrels and the poets

They know the walk of shame

The lure of illicit love

Is a road to the crying game

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The want of a woman will be the ruin of the man

The want of a woman will be the ruin of the man

You can say what you will

But he will never understand

How the want of a woman will be ruin of the man

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In the crucible of Eros

Lies a canon of desire

And those that touch the flame

May perish in the fire

Once he's had a taste

He will never be satisfied

Until the bonds of burning love

Are swept away by a rising tide

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The want of a woman will be the ruin of the man

The want of a woman will be the ruin of the man

You can say what you will

But you will never understand

How the want of a woman will be ruin of the man