Tattler Songtext
von David Soul

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

And that kind of man he ain′t got
As much sense as a mule
Cause you know all those women
They don't love him
They're playing him for a fool

Oh, oh, oh, 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 get to where you cannot breathe
You just as well go get your hat
And let that woman be


And men ought a make good husbands
And quit trying to lead the fast life
Going ′bout dressin' up every other woman
Won′t put clothes on his own wife

Oh, oh, oh, 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

Now they′re lots of good women
Who wanna marry
Live a good life at home
But they're afraid
They′ll get a hold of rowdy man
Won't leave other women alone
And they're lots of good men
Who want to marry
And live a good life at home
But every time they turn their back
There′s a man saying
"Honey, has he gone?"


Oh, oh, oh, 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.