Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Time scowls, weather frowns,
Nevertheless I hold your hand.
Though we were in different towns...
Flowers and love songs are expected things
And verse like this (but better) when the talk
Concerns romantic love...
