Carolyn, let me tell you what I heard about a man todayHe didn't come home from work and he went awayTill he came to a city, bright in the night time like dayThere they say he met up with some women dressed in yellow and scarletTheir warm lips like a honeycomb, dripped with honeyAnd something about the smell of strange perfumeMade him feel warm and not aloneYes Carolyn, a man will do that sometimes on his ownAnd sometimes when he's lonelyI believe a man might do that sometimes out of spiteBut Carolyn, a man will do that alwaysWhen he's treated bad at homeYes Carolyn, a man will do that sometimes on his ownAnd sometimes when he's lonelyAnd I believe a man might do that sometimes out of spiteBut Carolyn, a man will do that alwaysWhen he's treated bad at home
