If all of his wooing were witnessed from off and his jousts in life's list assembled
You'd think the debris in his emphatic wake the shambles of warfare resembled.

CHORUS:
The love of a man
The love of a man
The love of a man is a delicate thing
Built of earthquakes and thunder —
The love of a man is a delicate, delicate thing

His woman she nags or
Spoils feast day with tears
And offers her softness to blisters
While he buys her new baubles
Which no one can use
And scars her fair hide up with whiskers.

The love of a man is a delicate thing
For granite's but paper mache
His lady, she dodges and won't comprehend
That a soft love in man goes away!

CHORUS:
The love of a man
The love of a man
The love of a man is a delicate thing
Built of earthquakes and thunder —
The love of a man is a delicate, delicate thing

Built of earthquakes and thunder —
The love of a man is a delicate, delicate thing
is a delicate, delicate thing.