Paroles de Herbert's Loser

It sure was scary When I met Mary I didn't understand myself I was a fool when we were in school And she understood me better I guess I had passion It startled her fashion She thought it a small price to pay For fiery nites under northern lites Helps the snow slowly melt away Herbert's a loser His father's a boozer He didn't like himself He lost his cool and he drowned in a pool After writing a classic love letter I guess too much passion Had startled his fashion It started and ended that day He wrote the letter there wasn't one better One reading turned millions his way Now there's Mary It isn't so scary Now that I like myself I'm no fool and we're not in school The water can't get any wetter Now I'm in fashion I'll warm up her passion She'll think it a small price to pay For fiery nites under northern lites Helps the snow slowly melt away