Don't stand a chancenWithout romancenKeep the graveside warm for menEver since you shot throughnI've crooned for younBecause the woman who loves younIs the woman that you need, need to holdnBut the woman who loved menShe's dead!nnWithout her charmnArm in arm, lover's lane would benJust a memorynBecause the woman who loved younShe's deadnnI wanted to buy her a diamond ringnAnd I wanted to buy her the kitchen sinknYou know I wanted to buy her everythingnSee how she wobbles from side to sidenSee how she wobbles my lovely bridennMeet me wife, she's true to life, I love hernYes I do, pushing daisies six feet down beneath hernNow my hair is falling outnAnd there's not much room to doubtnLife has left me coldnNinety five and getting oldnThat's half the story toldnBecause the woman who loves younIs the woman, woman you need, need to holdnBut the woman, woman who loves menWell she's dead, dead, yeah yeahnn-spoon solo-nnOh how we danced, and when she glancednThen I, I knew she cared for menEver since you've been gone, it's been so very longnBecause the woman who loves younIs the woman you need, need to holdnBut the woman, woman who loved menShe's dead, dead to the worldnShe's dead to the world, yeah!