It hurts so on the inside now ,it seems to come from a furrowed brow,’so long see you around I said’ If only I hadnt been misread Of where we were when it was fine and how I loved that you were mine I sometimes think I’ve just been led up the garden path to the cold shelter of wrath ,with no firm footing ,just endless mooting of what I’ve done wrong, surely this is no longer our song of yesterday which we hummed to carry to today …hummed Of where we were when it was fine and how and how I loved that you were mine My mike tuned a happier tale ,one that ended without a sale… My song is still the one of old ,joyful, playful, us in the fold Of where we were when it was fine and how, and how I loved that you were mine Oh to dance Mancini in pink bikini all over the bedroom floor! you see thats how I wanted it to be ,not outside ,overboard in the dark sea, just you and me to eternity
