Go to the third room to complain to the walls,
Sigh over her there,
But here in front of me
Hold your head up, dear, this is MY shipwreck!
Ref.
You –a man?? Why, you're more of a woman than I am!
When you lose, lose with a smile upon your face.
If you happen to shed the odd tear because of her,
Tell the tall tale that it's MY fault that you're unhappy!
Tell me what to do; if necessary I'll go
Help you make peace with her,
I'll honour you with a victory.
Things will get better, dear, this is MY shipwreck!