Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought

And everything fell in place for me. 

The fashion of passion I rationed with caution

Because of the notion the potion of passion

Had never been passed to me.

But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll. 

But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole.

A blessing refreshing in you did unfold, 

Dispelling depressing distressing thoughts from my soul.

Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought

And everything fell in place for me. 

The fashion of passion I rationed with caution

Because of the notion the potion of passion

Had never been passed to me.

But now that you're by my side,

I find that I feel so satisfied,

Somebody must have lied to me.