I have to admit that 
I am one of the many who thought that a guitar would win him a lady. 
My teenage years, they were a feminine drought, and 
I thought that a seranade would help out. 
It seemed to be working for a couple of years - 
I wrote a few songs and they wrought a few tears - 
But when I hit my twenties, it ran out of steam. 
I seemed to be suffering from romantic fatigue. 
And I never know which song 
I should play her, each melody is 
A memory of a not-forgotten failure. 
So when I get out my guita tonight, to do what 
I do, remember: 
I probably didn't write this song for you. 
And so as 
I have mentioned, the shelf-life was short - the plan wasn't working, despite what 
I thought. 
My ladies all left me alone in the end, so 
I had to switch the names around and sing it again. 
Every life-long-love, and every best friend, slips away into the past. 
Take my words with caution, 
I can't pretend that you're the first. 
You won't be the last.