The poets say that all who love are blind 
But i'm in love and i know what time it is 
The good book says go seek and ye shall find 
Well, i have sought and my what a climb it is 
My life is just like the weather 
It changes wth the hours 
When he's near I'm fair and warmer 
When he's gone I'm cloudy with showers 
And motion like the ocean 
It's either sink or swim 
When a woman loves a man 
Like i love him Never treats me sweet and gentle 
The way he should I got it bad and that ain't good 
My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood 
I got it bad and that ain't good 
But whne the weekend's over 
I end up like i started out