She had a dark and a-rovin' eye, uh, eye. And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets. She was a nice girl, a proper girl. But one of the rovin' kind. . As I cruised out one evenin' upon a night's career.
Was there a call for me. I had to talk to someone. Waiting for days is driving me crazy. Was there a call for me. . When lovers disagree. All of your dreams come undone.
I wanna brand new house with an old brown jug. And an old spinnin wheel on an old hook rug. For my brand new house and my brand new bride. With lotsa lovin locked inside.