Temped and tried, we're oft made to wonder. Why it should be thus all the day long. While there are others living about us. Never molested though in the wrong.
I thought if you weren't busy we might have lunch tomorrow. And talk about a few things laying heavy on my mind. I'll get the corner table in that cozy little cafe.
I noticed how you smiled just now surprised that having seen. How I ate up your flattery then lick the platy clean. I've been so starved for pretty words are ever insincere.
I wonder why so many times that made my teardrops fall. Made up my mind to try to find the answer to it all. I learned that love is fickle and it mostly turns out wrong.
Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it. So I'll call her the First Mrs Jones. We were married in September and it lasted till November.
If you were the sun. And one day you lost all your light. And you disappeared. I'd stand in the dark all alone. And wait through the night. And I'd feel no fear.
In the mist of all the laughter stop and face yourself. See that mirror on the wall, oh, foolish one. Tell the image in the glass top. Do you kidding now with your life of sin and shame and fickle fun?.
The wedding bells have barely stopped their ringing. But already all your love for me is gone. On the day that we were wed well I guess we should have said.
Love for you has been so strong like a fool I've gone alone. With my feet both planted firmly in the air. I've been so in love with you I've just thought you've loved me too.