All three syllables, she'd been holding so long,
All eight letters she's saved for when the right person came along.
Then he came, and stole the three words from her,
Oh what a shame it was, what a shame was it that he was the wrong lover.
All three syllables, she'd been holding so long,
All eight letters she's saved for when the right person came along.
Then he came, and stole the three words from her,
Oh what a shame it was, what a shame was it that he was the wrong lover.