Love comes,
and love goes.
Will I ever find the one
that lasts and stays,
for the rest of my life,
and becomes my wife?
Who would ever marry me,
Mr. Lonely A. Lone,
Mr. Nobody?
Who will answer
when I ring her phone?
Who will wear the ring
I buy, by the by.
So maybe I'm just
Mr. Owl,
because all I
can seem to say is,
who, who,
who, who.
Who would ever marry me,
Mr. Lonely A. Lone?
Who would ever marry me,
Mr. Nobody?
