When I saw you for the first time,
Shades, brown hair and a tight black suit,
I thought you'd say that you had children and try to ease yourself away-

Hard as that might be for some, it happens all the time,
On the "cottonpickin'spot",as "tough love" cries in Florida-
Once I had a teacher, who didn't want my love,

She was just as kind as anyone, giving of her heart and soul-
And then there was a pretty boy, who wrote such pretty song and dance-
And I cried to him one night if he would just give me a chance-

But he sang of disillusionment, and he mustered up the fire-
Into a greasy frying pan-
Electrifying silver shine!

I saw him in the bar one night
Holding her so sweet and tight,
Never will I "just forget it" just "Another Lonely Night".