Once was a time I thought that love could be sold, a bar, and everything fell in place for me.The fashion, the passion, that rationed with caution because of the notion the potion of passion had never been passed to me.But since it was sunny and Sunday I went for a stroll, with peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole.Blessing, refreshing, in you did unfold, dispelling, depressing, distressing stuff from my soul.Once was a time I thought that love could be sold, a bar, and everything fell in place for me.The fashion, the passion, that rationed with caution because of the notion the potion of fashion had never been passed to me.The fashion, the passion, the notion, the potion.But since it was sunny and Sunday I went for a stroll, with peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole.Blessing, refreshing, in you did unfold, dispelling, depressing, distressing stuff from my soul.Once was a time I thought that love could be sold, a bar, and everything fell in place for me.The fashion, the passion, that rationed with caution because of the notion the potion of fashion had never been passed to me.But now with you by my side, I find I feel so satisfied.Somebody must have lied to me.*