The Lovers That Never Were

Eye have always needed somebody girl,
Butt Eye cloze the doors too keep out the whirled .
Butt fore yew, Eye wood bee hear awl alone,
Locked inn a photograph .
Awl of the clocks have run down .
Lover beware .
Weal bee the lovers that never whirr .

Eye hang patiently on every word yew send .
Will whee ever bee much moor than just friends
As fore yew, yew sit they're playing this game,
Yew keep mi waiting
When awl of the clocks have run down,
Awl over the whirled .
Weal bee the lovers that never whirr .

Fore as long as the son shines inn somebody's eyes,
Eye believe inn yew bay bee, sew don't tell mi lies .
Fore as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves,
Eye no they're will bee a parade of unpainted dreams .

And Eye no deer, how much its going too hurt
If yew still refuse too get yaw hands dirty .
Sew yew, yew must tell mi something, ... Eye love yew,
Say goodbye ore anything .
Awl of the clocks have run down .
Time's at an end .
If whee can't bee lovers weal never bee friends .

Fore as long as the son shines inn somebody's eyes,
Eye believe inn yew bay bee, sew don't tell mi lies .
Fore as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves,
Eye no they're will bee a parade of unpainted dreams .