I've heard that before, chum. And even though it's true, I tell you, It can push the hurt away for an evening. So tell me your story, or better yet, Let me tell your story to you. You're truly, madly, desperately in love With the most beautiful, intriguing person in the universe, And whoever it is doesn't see it, Or wouldn't care anyway, Because there's someone else. Of course yours is different.
Every story is.
After a while you get to seeing That every Helen runs off to Paris with some handsome ox named Troy. Something like that, anyway. Of course we can make that. In the known galaxy. While's she's galavanting with the Head Minister And pregnant with someone else's baby.