Авторы: Gilbert O’Sullivan
I feel so strange here on my own She's out with her friends While me I don't have one Every time I have some She would make them all disperse Yet I love her with all of my heart For what it's worth. She said had I been more careful with her We wouldn't have had to get married quite so quick And she never wanted kids Hates the thought of giving birth Yet I worship the ground she walks upon For what it's worth. I don't know what I can say Perhaps it's just a passing phase Nothing worse than being in love with one who isn't If I've hurt her I'll admit I'll apologize for it Even if what she says I did, I didn't. I give her the bulk of my weekly pay She takes it without even thanking me one bit And I've worked hard for it So a thank you wouldn't hurt Yet I love her with all of my heart For what it's worth. I don't ask for very much I'm not one to make a fuss In fact the less said is for me So much the better Maybe I should be more strong Tell her straight look.' what's going on But if I do that, she might leave me altogether. Oh, I've been high up and I've been low But lately the latter is so far out ahead I wish I were dead She treats me like I was dirt Yet I love her with all my heart For what it's worth.