Here's a story about a friend of mine that loved a woman to death.
Bad part about it was she was real ugly.
You know what they say about ugly women.
I saw him standing in the door crying when she left him.
These are the words he said.
He said I'll love you 'til I die.
She said you'll forget in time.
As the years went slowly by.
She still preyed upon his mind.
Kept her picture on his wall.
Went half crazy now and then.
But he still loved her through it all.
Hoping she'll come back again.
Kept some letters by his bed.
Dated 1972.
He had underlined in red, yes he did.
Every single "
I love you".
Oh but I went to see him yesterday.
Oh, but I didn't see no tears.
He was all dressed up to go away.
First time I'd seen him smile in years.
He stopped loving her today.
They placed a wreath on his door.
And soon they'll carry him away.
Cause he stopped loving her today.
He stopped loving her today.
Oh they placed a wreath on his door.
Soon, soon they'll carry him away.
He stopped loving her today.
One more time, oh!
He stopped loving her today.
Oh, they placed a wreath on his door.
Soon they'll carry him away (yes they will).
He stopped loving her today.
He stopped loving her today.
Oh, they placed a wreath on his door.
Soon, soon they'll carry him away.