(Hicks / Lynch) Next time I meet a girl, I won't ask her her name Or where she's been, or where she came from The last time I found love it only brought me pain The problems almost took me over I was washing up for mother, I was lighting pipes for papa And fetching water And that's got nothing at all, that's got nothing at all To do with love Next time I meet a girl I won't tell her my name Or where I've been Or where I came from I'll take a hold of her And love her just the same No need to mention past acquaintances I just want someone to love me And someone to like the presents That I bought her 'Cause that's got something to do Yes, that's got something to do To do with love Each girl I meet comes up wronger And I can't take it all much longer No, I can't no verse 3 verse 4 verse 5