She was the golden summer wine

And now she抯 black and blue resigned

He took advantage like the spider, helpless

One too many times



You had to go ahead and sing

You had to steal that diamond ring

Upon the headstone so inscribed, they cried

One too many times



We are so human, we抮e so small

We抮e always coming back for more

A second helping third and fourth, it抯 gone

One too many times

One too many times