I have to admit that I am one of the many who thought that a guitar would win him a lady.

My teenage years, they were a feminine drought, and I thought that a seranade would help out.

It seemed to be working for a couple of years - I wrote a few songs and they wrought a few tears -

But when I hit my twenties, it ran out of steam. I seemed to be suffering from romantic fatigue.



And I never know which song I should play her, each melody is

A memory of a not-forgotten failure.

So when I get out my guita tonight, to do what I do, remember:

I probably didn't write this song for you.



And so as I have mentioned, the shelf-life was short - the plan wasn't working, despite what I thought.

My ladies all left me alone in the end, so I had to switch the names around and sing it again.



Every life-long-love, and every best friend, slips away into the past.

Take my words with caution, I can't pretend that you're the first.

You won't be the last.