Once was a time I thought
That love could be sold or bought
And everything found a place for me
The fashion of passion I rationed with a cation
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me

But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll
But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole
A bleesing refreshing in did unfold
Dispeling depressing distressing salt from my soul

Once was a time I tought that love could be sold bought
And everything found a place for me
The fashion of passion I rationed with coution
Because of notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
But now with you by my side
I find that I feel so satisfied
Somebody must have lied to me