If Truth Be Told
The men that catch my eye these days are few
The ones that do are married men, or mad
And truth be told I only fancy you
I doubt that in the pub or porch or pew
I’ll meet a man like you who makes me glad
The men that catch my eye these days are few
I could be looking but I seldom do
There’s only you for me, you ‘lucky’ lad
If truth be told I only fancy you
Until the day fate sends me someone new
I’m all for you, I know, it’s odd and sad
But men that catch my eye these days are few
You make me happy, boy, you make me blue
I hold a torch for you, and I grow mad
For truth be told I only fancy you
I’ve told you something you already knew
I’m sorry, but I’ve really got it bad
The men that catch my eye these days are few
If truth be told I only fancy you
© Gail Foster 21st July 2017
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