I meet a boy, he was so beautiful
I knew he was the one for me
Started with joy
You know the usual, got drunk
And said come home with me.
He was living for the dark
Bought me roses and took my heart
He was living for his art
Such a poet in the way he talked.
But he don't love me
No, he don't love me
No, he don't wake up in the night
And want me by his side
No, he don't love me
No, he don't love me
No, he don't love me, no.