For the sorries, oh the sorries of your soul They are the worries are the worries of my household I hear the wind a howling swinging at my door But at your house the weather's pleasant, nothing more I am behind I am behind And nevermind I will not pine For I am mine Oh the time is near for you to romance every boy Well I am still a learning how to be coy And you decided you would educate me While conversing over a nice spot a tea I am behind I am behind And nevermind I will not pine For I am mine I am behind I am behind And nevermind I will not pine For I am mine I am behind I am behind And nevermind I will not pine For I am mine And the flower pots are blooming full of 'golds Tiny, lovely, little shiny, marigolds And I suppose that I will never be exposed To the love that blooms between those who chose I am behind I am behind And nevermind I will not pine For I am mine I am behind I am behind And nevermind I will not pine For I am mine I am behind I am behind And nevermind I will not pine For I am mine