Who said the roses are red
And the violets are blue...

You had a wifey at home, who would've died for...
When times got hard she stayed up and cried for...

You ask what you can do
to take away my pain...

A spotless mind,
A unique find...

Wandering across the planes of time,
Discovering meaning without rhyme...

Well, I know she's cheated,
Of that I'm very sure...

A mother and Father sit at home,
Sitting, waiting by the phone...

I know in conversation I can become pensive,
After something's said that I might find...

The sky is falling, cried chicken licken,
When one day she was out corn picking...

A day like no other had begun,
The day her heart was finally won...

Your love is a slumber,
from which I never wish to wake...

When I look inside myself I find,
A broken heart, a restless mind...