Ooh, baby, your love is so bad You, baby, you're driving me mad Ooh, baby, your kiss is so sweet You, baby, knock me off my feet Ooh, baby, I wish yo… - Gilbert O'Sullivan

Why after all these years we've been together
must you behave as if we'd hardly ever spoken,
let alone met?
It seems that you're happy as long as I'm upset.
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Is it that you don't love me? Oh why?
Have you just had enough of me?
Oh why do I always have cry myself to sleep
seven days a week?

Who was it that came to see you
when there was no one else in sight?
And who was it that stayed over an hour
(and not as I'd expected, overnight)?
It was me, and I'll tell you why:
Oh, I did it because of my
pure unabashed devotion to loving
(pure unabashed devotion to loving)
you, you, you, you.
Who was it that caught you falling?

You say you got a big house out in the country
with a ruddy great swimming pool.
You say you got a lot of things I never had. That's true.
But are you happy?
Are you happy?
Are you happy?
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty,
are you happy? You?