The ways in which I loved you
would never run to naught
we always seemed to be there
when one was not ok
What ever we could go through
what ever we had faught
we always ended up
rolling in the hay
I loved you
All around our city
caused rumours ‘round n’ fuss
hand in hand in wedlock
the laughter always first
We ignored the pity
that was given on to us
until that day, that rock
came hurling, with a burst
I screamed