Oh my love, oh my love.
It happens every third year
that I find someone to love like you.
Oh yes like you.
But I know it won't work out well.
How go I know?
I just know!
Oh my love, oh my love.
It happens every now and then
that I dream of when we'll have some time,
just you and I.
But I know we never will.
But I will keep hoping oh yea I will.
Oh my love, oh my love.
It happens every time you hang up on me
I tell myself,
oh let her be.
Oh yeah let her be.
But you know I never will.
It'll be back time and time again.
Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love.
It happens everytime I call you my love,
you say "please don't call me that".
But why shouldn't I,
when I know that it will be another three years
before I can say it and mean it again.
After all you'll never find a better boyfriend.
