If I sadly said I love you
and that missing you makes me blue
that you can't have a hint, a clue
of how deeply in me you grew
If I madly mean to miss you
more than most men will ever do
and my feelings proud, pure and true
rage as if caged in a city zoo
If I were to change through and through
from my horrid habits to hairdo
and without a doubt this you knew,
as that your cats at night mew.
