The Letter

Darling, darling
Oh, how I love you (how I love you), really do
But you just
Just won't be true

Darling, I'm writing this letter
Knowing that you ain't never read it
But each time I write you, darling
I pen what lips can't say

Because I love you, although you're so far away
My words carry meaning that love alone can't tell
And always hope and wish you well
Oh, my darling, please hear my plea, please

Darling, what is there worse on this earth
Than to be unable to stop lovin' you?
Knowing well that I should
To me a black day, to me a black night
And to kiss and love, and then have to fight
All the time

Let me whisper sweet words of pismotality
And discuss the puppeteuse of love
And put 'em together, and what've you have
Matrimony, oh, my darling, please hear my plea

Oh, darling, darling
Oh, how I love you (how I love you), really do
But you just
Just won't be true
(Oh, you just won't be true)