- cifra
Look at yourself
If you had the sense of humor
You would laught to beat the band
Look at yourself
Do you still belive in rumor
That romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right
On the chin
You have lost that bright
Toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush in, so here I am
Very glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But oh, so glad
