She was the golden summer wine
And now sheæ ¯ black and blue resigned
He took advantage like the spider, helpless
One too many times
You had to go ahead and sing
You had to steal that diamond ring
Upon the headstone so inscribed, they cried
One too many times
We are so human, weæ ®e so small
Weæ ®e always coming back for more
A second helping third and fourth, itæ ¯ gone
One too many times
One too many times