Have you noticed how love can, in a circle come around,
That seems so really interesting, one might even say, "Profound."

Like, I love to say, "Hello," when I meet a sweetie pie,
I love to see the look, she has there in her eye.

I love the soft and tender times when our bodies do embrace,
The times we hold each other and I see the longing in her face.

I love the times we roll around, and frolic in the hay,
But there is a time I hate to see, and it's when she starts to say,

"Honey, it's been fun now, but you know how it can be,
I've found another honey, and it's off to him, you see."

It's at the bar my heart breaks, and I drink away my blues,
Until the seat right next to mine, is filled by Maggie Sue.