So the grass it grows
When the sun it shines
And my face it glows
When the woman's mine
And you say I'm a fool-around
Honey that may be true
But I'd sooner fool around
Than be a fool for a fool
And if I could forgive
The unadulterated adulterating
apprehension
I could forgive the rest too
It's just a fact of life
That no one cares to mention
She wasn't good
But she had good intentions
So I'm twenty-six and rising
Still too young to live
But too low to go
I guess it's the process
Of learning to excess
All of those things
That you already know
And if I could forgive
The honey-I-swear-it-didn't-mean-a-thing-to-me
Attempt at abstention
I could forgive the rest too
It's just a fact of life
That no ones cares to mention
She wasn't good
But she had good intentions
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