(john phillips)
once was a time i thought that love could be sold or bought
and everything found a 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 salt from my soul.
once was a time i thought that love could be sold or bought
and everything found a 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 with you by my side,
i find that i feel so satisfied,
somebody must have lied to me. |