I fell in love with your facesnI fell in love with your liesnA million different dollars in a million different placesnAll of which were minenOh, for you I would diennI asked you to marry me in AugustnWaited for an answer 'till JulynBoth of us were empty, pumping out some foolish wordsnAll of which were liesnOh, for you I did diennWhere you go from here is your decision, dearnBut I want you to know that I carenIn the end I guess that both of us were wanting different things and neither side came preparednYou must admit we were a pair