Written by - Terry Cashman, Gene Pistilli & Tommy West

The last face that I looked on

Can't recall too much about

The image of it left me

Each time the lights went out

The last mind that I wandered

I remember how I ran

Just to find the road had ended

Just where it began



Chorus:

The next man that I marry

There ain't nothin' he won't do

Most likely love me too much



The next hands that I hide in

Will be warm and dry as smoke

Just as satisfied to hold me

As to dust my winter coat

The next soul that I sleep in

Will be soft as summer rain

And when I need more lovin'

He'll love me once again



Chorus



The next man that I marry

There ain't nothin' he won't do

Most likely love me too much

Just like you