1980s power ballads (metal edition)

I'm about to take a nap while Boy lays in his exhausted heap on his bed. If he can take one, so can I. To heck with the sand on the floor - I'll Swiffer than after he goes to bed tonight.
But, as I write this, I'm listening to an 80s music station that is playing a metal band's "sorry now that you're gone" song and wondering if men should have learned something from all those stupid songs by now. I mean, women get an ear full of two or three women's country songs and we're covered. We got it.
There are probably hundreds of songs by metal bands (and other male singers) that say that they really hate the fact we left them. They can't live without us. They suck as human beings without us. And some of them actually state the reason that we packed up our Kipling bags and took Nancy Sinatra's advice from 1966.
The rotten SOB cheated on us. He had a good thing at home (which they repeat ad nauseum in their lyrics and choruses) but there was this cutie in tight Cavariccis (or Sassons, Calvins, Paige, Citzens, AG etc) that caught their eye and well, one thing led to another...
And they ask the question that they don't want to hear ever said to them: why did you leave over that?
Now, we women know that if we found some hot thing (or if there was a Bizarro World moment for me, Adrian Paul wandering past me and giving me the 'do me' eye) gave us the smile and the right wink, and we strayed, this hair metal head we've been shackin' up with would become more dramatic than Sir Laurence Olivier at his height of acting powers. Guys get all soap opera-ish and rent their clothes, weep copiously like children getting coal in their stockings. Women, well, we write Dear Amy for advice, call our girlfriends and in some cases, learn a lesson from the Blu Cantrell song. Or some chicks fall apart.
But the hair metal singers, well, they pretty much all say the same thing. Can't you come back and forget that I trysted with a hottie? Come on. It was once.
The thing is, we know that it won't be the last time. We don't mind if you're checking out the competition - but please, bring that libido home to me to deal with even if I'm exhausted.
No, Husband hasn't been out sowing his wild oats. I just happen to be laughing at the hair metal music.