I would not try to break ties with men'cause I'm the only man who will ever love you.nYou're plain as the wall,nand ugly as the stoolnwhere I rest my feet.nAnd loyal as the dognwho wanders offnto howl at the moon.nnBut the girls at the Clip-n-Curlnare talking about a mannwith a rose in his coatnwith your name on the stem.nnThey say he came in on the midnight train.nThey say he combs his hair with Vaseline.nThey say I've got horns growing out of my brain.nThey say he came and swept you off your feet.nAnd now he works downtown with his handsnwith dead fish on his fingersnand your foul breath in his lungs.nnI wonder where he came from,nand I wonder where you hide himnand I wonder how you love himnand I wonder where I'll find him.nnI would not try to break ties with me.nThe girls at the Clip-n-Curl,nthey're talking about a mannwith a rose in his coatnwith your name on the stem.nnThey say someone came and swept him off his feet.nThey say he combed his hair with Vaseline.