Once was a time I thought
that love could be sold or bought,
And everything found a place for me.
The fashion of passion
I rationed with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me.
But since it was Sunday and sunny
I went for a stroll.
But peanuts and pigeons and people
put me in a hole.
A blessing refreshing in you did unfold,
Dispelling depressing distressing
salt from my soul.
Once was a time I thought
that love could be sold or bought,
And everything found a place for me.
The fashion of passion
I rationed with caution
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me.
But now with you by my side,
I find that I feel so satisfied,
Somebody must have lied to me.