The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove

thought that you had it made, (??)
I love slow, slow but deep
great temptations wash over me
You build me up, and then tear me down
You play the fool and I play the clown

we keep time to a big slave drum.

You raise my hopes, and then raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
and now I'm living in disillusionment
...I don't believe you anymore....
I don't believe you"