We'll say a friend of mine, a fella I know real well,ncame to me on Friday and he had a story to tellnI've heard it a thousand times, but this one hits close to homenThe woman who left him I've taken for my ownnnLove leaves you no choice in the matternand there ain't a damn thing sadder than a mannin the throes of something realnThe woman that lays down beside you,nshe can't help or hide younIt don't matter how she wants to feelnnSo I bought him a round or two and gave him a talking tonI said, Boy, you can't let yourself get so farnBut you can't tell a man a thing when he's picking out diamond ringsnand you yourself don't know who you arennLove leaves you no choice in the matternand there ain't a damn thing sadder than a mannin the throes of something realnThe woman that lays down beside you,nshe can't help or hide younIt don't matter how she wants to feelnnMy hands, they used to be a young man's handsnbut I worked 'em to the bonenWhen'd she even find the time to get to know another man?nLeave me alone, he said, leave me alonennLove leaves you no choice in the matternand there ain't a damn thing sadder than a mannin the throes of something realnThe woman that lays down beside you,nshe can't help or hide younIt don't matter how she wants to feel