This is the song I never wrote for you I know I said I would Couldn't bring myself to start it then But maybe now I should Didn't need to write it then When I was by your side That's the irony of love, my dear I never even tried
It begins with how I fell for you Saw myself in your eyes I should have known how that would lead To my own sweet demise
When they said, "He's going to get his fucking head kicked in, "He's going to die in a fucking loony bin!" Darling, oh, darling...
This is the song I never wrote for you I know I said I would It might have turned out differently If things had worked out good
By your side the music rose My heart would leap and bound And the chilling feeling that maybe I Could lose what I had found
Then the hate, and hurt, and poisoned tongues Ran out across the town And then I guess the music stopped When you were sleeping 'round
"He's going to get his fucking head kicked in, "He's going to die in a fucking loony bin!" Darling, oh, darling...
This is the song I never wrote for you I know I said I would It makes no sense to start it now It won't do any good
Without the mutter(?) in my ears My hangovers subside You know I could have married you I suppose we never tried
Not going to get my fucking head kicked in Not going to die in a fucking loony bin Darling, oh, darling...