Ooh, lover don't you know
All that's left now is some hope?
Thread worn thin on all our clothes,
But where we've been is what we choose.

All you wanted was a wife,
a lover to lie down beside at night,
patient heart easing your troubled mind,
home to keep you from the outside.

Ooh, lover can't you tell
a broken love from chiming wedding bells?
Lover, help me to be
woman with only the [bad word] offering.