Letra da Música Tattler de David Soul

Whenever you find a man
Who loves every woman he sees
There's always some kind of woman
That's putting him up a tree

And that kind of man he ain't got
As much sense as a mule
'Cause you know all those women, they don't love him,
They're playin' him for a fool

Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can

If you marry the wrong kind of woman
And get to where you cannot breath,
You just as well go get your hat
And let that woman be

And men ought'a make good husbands
And quite trying to lead the fast life
Goin' out, dressin' up, every other woman
Won't put clothes on his own wife

Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can

Now there're lots of good women who want to marry
And live a good life at home
But they're afraid they'll get hold of a rowdy man
Won't leave other women alone

And there're lots of good men who want to marry
And live a good life at home
But everytime they turn their back
There's a man sayin; "Honey, has he gone?"

Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can