Like a straying baby lamb
My mental state is all a-jumble
Look at yourself, do you still believe the rumor
More than glad to be unhappy
It’s a pleasure to be sad
Unrequited love’s a bore
Since you took it right on the chin
With no mammy and no pappy
You have lost that bright toothpaste grin
I sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush in so here I am
I can’t win but here I am
But for someone you adore
That romance is simply grand?
Very glad to be unhappy
And I've got it pretty bad