Well, I saw you outside
With the man you lied about
Before you start to shout
I want you to understand

I gave you my time
I gave you all of my love
The kind from high above
The measure of a man

And she said to me:

"Oooh, oo-oo-oo-oo,
Ooo-oo-oo-oo,
I cannot live without your loving;
Oooh, oo-oo-oo-oo,
Ooo-oo-oo-oo,
Might as well stick my head into the oven."

I know it's not hard to choose
When you stand to lose a man
A man like me - -
Pretty soon, you'll see.

He may have muscles and cars
And that'll take you far for now
But soon you will find out
True love comes from me

"Oooh, oo-oo-oo-oo,
Ooo-oo-oo-oo,
I cannot live without your loving;
Oooh, oo-oo-oo-oo,
Ooo-oo-oo-oo,
Might as well stick my head into the oven."

© Kurt Riley, 2010.