Two times have I fallen in love,
Two times have I been wrong.
Love that is strong,
Love that's a bond.
It's deep, It's inside me, I can't control it,
It's love but it hurts.
Twice have I been wrong,
Picked the wrong girls,
Picked the wrong time,
Picked the wrong love.
The music soothes my ears,
Heels my heart,
But little does it make a difference.
I love them both still now,
Even though years have past,
And seasons have changed.
I can't help but love them,
I do not know why.
It gets me down,
I wonder why,
It holds on to my heart like a vice.
Why did I pick the wrong girls,
When all I want is somebody to love.
Somebody to hold, Somebody to hug,
Somebody to please, Some body to kiss,
Somebody to spoil, Somebody to love.
Two times has love gotten me down,
A puppet in it's circus of clowns.
The first one, with her brown hair,
Brushing her face in the spring breeze.
And those chocolate brown eyes,
Of love and all desires.
The second one, meet in a theatre.
Curly blonde hair, dazz