Why do good men always lose
The woman they adore
I know the answer but won't say
It's selfishness galore
They know that they can always find
Another man to love
But little do they realise
The eagle not the dove
So let them learn by their mistakes
And let them fall and cry
The lesson will be fiery hot
They'll ask the question why
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