Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad I ma-a-a-a-ade a mess The ma-a-a-a-aid said nothing Just took my bla-a-a-a-a-ade The ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-aid found me in sha-a-a-a-a-ame Took the bla-a-a-a-a-ame And left me with my dea-a-a-a-a-ad
I realized and laughed She loved me so she left me I broke the bed she made Hoping she’d come my way I'm begging you Please, please, please I yelled: Come back, my ma-a-a-a-aid! But love’s not made that wa-a-a-a-ay Now let me be your ma-a-a-a-aid I’ll carry to the en-en-en-en-en-end
