I can’t crib at being alive
It ain’t too bad. I got this place –
A woman with a smashing face
(And other things) I took to wive
Not wealthily, but happily –
Yeah, the world’s okay for me
Well, she transformed it in a sense –
I went along, quite bright of mind
But to things of the heart quite blind
Messing my life – in short, real dense
She changed all that. Her eyes are blue.
Her hair is gold. Her love is true.