Yeah, I fell in love once.
Thought he was a nice guy.
Turned out to be sorry, so I moved on to the next guy.
He wasn’t half bad.
Didn’t treat me like he should, so I had to give him up.
But he said he understood.
So the third guy was lovely.
Treated me like a queen.
He had me living that American dream.
Big house. Nice car.
Cute little puppy running through the yard.
Next thing I know, he was right out the door.
Said my ambitions became too much for him to handle.
I didn’t get it. Once I met him, my dreams were shot.
So I guess there wasn’t much left for the next guy.
But then, oh man! He walked into my life.
Six foot three. Nice Job. Cute smile.
Hell, he was all I need!
I was happy. He was sweet. Gave me all of him.
Didn’t cease to tell me he loved me on a regular.
I believed him. I felt something about this guy.
He was special. But he didn’t stick around.
They all seemed to disappear after a while.
But then again one day, that second guy came back to town.
Finally got his life together.
Came by my place and stood at my door.
Next thing I know, this dude is on the floor!
Bent on one knee. A box in his hand.
Ever since that day, he’s always been my man.