The False Contender

I once had a love but soon had enough He was a false contender He got so thin; there must have been deep sorrow gnawing away at him What will I do? Will it always be you? I hope, and I pray he'll leave me one day We were so sweet under the Copper Beach You left a mark; you sunk your teeth Into the back of my neck Oh, let's not pretend I needed the lesson that you taught me well What will I do? Will it always be you? I hope, and I pray he'll leave me one day What will I do? Must it always be you I hope, and I pray he'll leave me one day Leave me one day Leave me one day Leave me one day