A temperamental ex stops and asks her why
But one cannot expect a true reply
Somehow love's picture hangs imperfect
And hand on heart we learn the score
The lovers and their wars
And wondering what's meant to be

For hope will spring eternal
When love's got you on your knees
Oh, oh, shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, always and much more

Her body makes an S, today they made a see
He sleepless, needing her, he dogs her dreams
Then he wakes up on her doorstep
Then he wakes up on his floor, more drunker than before
She wouldn't open up to him

But hope will spring eternal
Through a multitude of sins
Oh, oh, shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, always, always, always

For hope will spring eternal
When love's got you on your knees
Oh, oh, shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, shalalala man
Shalalala woman, always and for evermore

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Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Ottewell, Ian Thomas Ball, Oliver James Peacock, Paul Blackburn, Thomas William Gray