The Tatler Billy Bragg

Whenever you find a man
That loves every woman he sees
There's always some kind of woman
That's putting him up a tree

Well that kind of man he ain't got
As much sense as a mule
You know every woman don't love you
They're just playing you for a fool

Ooh, oh no
It's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such a sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can

If you marry the wrong kind of woman
And you get where you can't agree
Well you just as well forget your plan
Let that woman be

But a man ought to make a good husband
And quit trying to lead a fast life
Going around dressing up other women
Won't put clothes on his own wife

Ooh, oh no
It's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such a sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can