Women fell into his arms
He rolled them up just like cigars
Later on he would discard them, on the hardwood floor
Visions of power danced in his head
Left and right, he'd throw women out of his bed
There's still a spot where one of them bled, on the hardwood floor

Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song

There is nothing he wouldn't have done
But now he's dead and gone
Tried to murder the sun
With a hand-made gun
But the sun shone on and on

They never made something he couldn't afford
He had it all, and still he wanted more
They found him dead
Stabbed in his bed
His head on the hardwood floor

Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song
Sing me no sad song

� 1971 ColGems-EMI Music, Inc. (ASCAP), ColGems-EMI Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

Lyrics courtesy of EMI Music Publishing.
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