Once I had me a woman, you know she done me wrong.
Sometimes, when I think of her, my heart it sings this song.
Things that she taught me, I would've never, ever known.
Then she hurt me one last time, then she left me alone.
Well I could sing, till I, was blue in the face.
Pray every day just to remember the taste
Of her lips oh as they would bring me so high
And remind me, that I
Last night, when I dreamed of her, she was in my arms again.
I could feel her breath against me, but my heart will never mend.
The truth is, she's gone now, she don't want to speak to me.
She's probably with another, though it'd break my heart to see.
Oh and it makes me wonder
Will I ever see her again?
Perhaps on a crowded street?
Oh how I wait for that then.
Will she even look at me?
Or will she just turn her head away?
Guess we'll have to wait and see now, won't we?
Come whatever, come what may.
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