It came my way on a lonesome day. The long black scarf took my possession. Valentino's own, passed down from the throne. With powers to use with discretion.
What a waste I could have been your lover. What a waste I could have been your friend. Perfect love is like the blossom that fades so quick. When it's blowing up a storm in may.
You work in the village shop. Putting a poster up. Dreaming of anything, dreaming of the time. When you are free from all the trouble you're in. . In the mud, on your knees.
Here I stand, my angel. With a three quartz broken heart. You said the grass was greener. You knew that from the start. It's the last trip to my baby's arms tonight.