Love, oh love, oh, careless love, 
You fly right to my head like wine, 
You've wrecked the life of many a gal, 
And you nearly wrecked this life of mine. 
If I was a little bird, 
I would fly from tree to tree; 
I'd build my nest up in the air, 
Where the bad boys couldn't bother me. 
Now I wear my apron high, 
Now I wear my apron high, 
Now I wear my apron high, 
And he never, never passes by.