(Verse)
There goes my young intended
The thing is intended
Regrets are vain
I'll never meet
Another half so sweet
And we'll never meet again
I was a good sport, told him goodbye
Eyes dim
Yet why complain?

(Chorus)
He was too good to me
How can I get along now?
So close he stood to me
Everything seems all wrong now

He would have brought me the sun
Making me smile
That was his style

When I was mean to him
He'd never say, "Go away, now."
I was a queen to him
Who's gonna make me gay now?
It's only natural that I'm blue
He was too good to be true
He was too good to be true