The Good Life - Your Share of Men Lyrics
I'm shyer than your share of menI'd be honored to be one of themYou're a fool for the woundedI'm a man in need of bandagesSo, wrap me up and take me homeYour lover's up doing God only knows. . . who . . .But, baby, I'm making one man's bed as another man's gurneyYou've been learning to fightThe man by your side has toughened your skinYou should learn to forgetYour first lesson's tonightSo, what was that son of a *****'s name again?So, the footprints of time have tread lines on your faceIs your life half done or only half begun?Because baby, I could be born againOne man's bed is another man's resurrectionYou've been learning too muchThe more that you know is the less that you trustYou should learn to let goThe less you hold on to is the more we can (oh, lalalala) forget about the man(Lalala) Don't second guess, just take my handThe night, it is youngSo why aren't you remembering you have your share of men?