Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
And everything fell in place for me
The fashion of passion, I rationed with caution
Because of the notion, the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
But since it was Sunday and sunny, I went for a stroll
But peanuts, and pigeons, and people put me in a hole
A blessing refreshing in you did unfold
Dispelling depressing, distressing, sought from my soul
Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
And everything fell in place for me
The fashion of passion, I rationed with caution
Because of the notion, the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
But now with you by my side
I find that I feel so satisfied
Somebody must have lied to me
Writer(s): John Edmund Andrew Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
