What a gross mistake
Falling in love with the singer
The radio clutched to her heart
His voice, her ear
It's gold, it's honey
All his love songs must have, for sure
Been written for her

She sees herself
Hanging on his arm
Every Sunday night, going to the movies

But one does not marry
Singers any more than comets
Shooting stars, poets

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's like caging a lion

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's like caging a lion
One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's not really possible

Amateur mistake
Falling in love with the singer
Pale blue suit
Girl trap, laughing
Last night on TV
She saw him hesitate
"Are you happy in love?"
He lowered his eyes, he's a secretive man

She sees herself
Hanging on his arm
Every Sunday night going to the movies

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's like caging a lion

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's like caging a lion
One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's not really possible

One does not marry
Singers any more than comets
Shooting stars, poets
To believe it, one would have to be foolish
To think that I am foolish

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's like caging a lion

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's like caging a lion

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's not really possible

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind

One does not marry singers
It's like wanting to cage the wind
It's not really possible

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