Matters Of The Heart

Tonight  
I raise my glass  
And say  
Here's to you  
My so-called lover man  
Then tip my hat  
A time or two  
As I say good bye  
To you  

I wish I'd never  
Met you  
That you had never  
Looked my way  
You're all about the sex  
While love combined  
With sex is the  
The best and most
Often preferred way  
 
With you I've learned  
A thing or two  
From all the wrongful  
Things you put me through  
So pardon me
The dyes been cast
Before our very eyes
And drying fast  
I thank the Lord  
I'm free at last!