Cry I cry till less the cry,
Shout I shout till sounds are dry,
If not for her then who's to blame?
Women are wicked they're all the same.
...
Who are you when murmurs of daylight stops
When the final drop drops
Who are you when no eyes are ready to see
In the shadow with no one to see
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Women Are Wicked
Cry I cry till less the cry,
Shout I shout till sounds are dry,
If not for her then who's to blame?
Women are wicked they're all the same.
Alone at night, I sing and sway,
Chasing the ghosts she took away,
Her shadow haunts each step I take,
A love once real, now just a fake.
She smiled sweet lies, then turned and fled,
Left me with doubt, echoes in head,
Love was the fire where I got burned,
Now I've learned 'women are wicked'