The loners crying in pain
In their own world nobody knows
They sing praises to every one
They can't find for their own
When they do find love
The Casanova brings them smile
The flow of hope the sacrifices giving way
The dark seems so far away
The women falling
The sweet words of honey bees
The Casanova knows the craft
He knows it of centuries past
Lonely the loners
The women want to escape
The Casanova brings a show of light
Until the women fall he disappears from sight
He takes your love
He takes your money
When he has enough of you
He disappears into thin air
The women falling
The sweet words of honey bees
He takes your love
He takes your money
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