You can't hear my woman moan

I left my city
without self pity
i start to roam,
searching for my tiger lily.

I found someone, wrong,
she found another,
then someone to get along,
boy, she loved another,
then, a soul, but not a mate,
then, a beauty, without a taste,
then a girl without the name,
then a woman, mother, with her claim,
then a school girl and no faith.
then a jewel, that i lost,
then a lady, she went back,
then a missy with a grilfriend,
and Mary with a child,
child without the father,
father without a child.

(Mary kicked the boyfriend,
boyfriend kicked me.
I left Mary,
no one's beating me.) "Not realy true, there was no boyfriend and no kicking, it's here just for the sake of a joke"