sometimes i sing to the pointers. it doesnt, matter the words, they are romantics at heart.

 they, asked me how i knew, my true love was true, ohhh, oh, i of course replied, something here inside, cannot be denied.

 they, said someday you'll find, all who love are blind, whoa, whoa, when your heart's on fire, you must be alive, smoke gets in your eyes.

 so i chaffed, them, and i gaily laffed, to think they could doubt, my, love. yet today, my love has fled away, i am without, my love. now, when our lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes.