18 June 2012
Love is one of those funny things, It can make you cry, And sometimes sing.
For if the heart did not ache, Loosing you, I could appreciate.
Of what joyous times, May lay ahead, Now your gone from my bed.
Your late night bursts, Of violent streaks, Are long gone first, Now I can get, Some bloody sleep.
If it was this easy from the start, I could have saved a lot of grief, It's better than you in those big old briefs.
Funny Old Thing Called ... • Opuss № I