The promise of a child In its mothers arms Is worth more to me Than a thousand of yours But still you have a way with me Like a bird of prey You'll always have your way with me Wont you my dear What's wrong Oh dear Are you having no fun I wish this was about you But I'm sad to say That I can't even remember The lies on your face But still you have that way with me Like a fake bouquet You'll always have that way with me Wont you my dear