Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought. And everything found a place for me.. The fashion of passion I rationed with caution. Because of the notion the potion of passion. Had never been passed to me.. But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll.. But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole.. A blessing refreshing in you did unfold. Dispelling depressing distressing salt from my soul.. Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought. And everything found a place for me.. The fashion of passion I rationed with caution. Because of the notion the potion of passion. Had never been passed to me.. But now with you by my side. I find that I feel so satisfied. Somebody must have lied to me.