Procol Harum

Toujours L'amour
She took all the pleasure and none of the pain All of the credit and none of the blame I came home to an empty flat She'd left me a note and taken the cat The cord that they knotted to keep us apart Could never be broken: it was tied to my heart She grew thin and I grew fat She left me and that was that I'm thinking of renting a villa in France A French girl has offered to give me a chance Or maybe I'll take an excursion to Spain And buy a revolver and blow out my brains From Letras Mania