To Do With Love

Next time I meet a girl, I won?t ask her her name
Or where she?s been, or where she came from
The last time I found love it only brought me pain
The problems almost took me over

I was washing up for mother, I was lighting pipes for papa
And fetching water
And that?s got nothing at all, that?s got nothing at all
To do with love

Next time I meet a girl
I won?t tell her my name
Or where I?ve been
Or where I came from

I?ll take a hold of her
And love her just the same
No need to mention past acquaintances

I just want someone to love me
And someone to like the presents
That I bought her
?cause that?s got something to do
Yes, that?s got something to do
To do with love

Each girl I meet comes up wronger
And I can?t take it all much longer
No, I can?t no

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