Courtships run their course
First loves and last resorts
I’ve been a prince, i’ve been a poor sport
I was almost, always, all yours
When i’m frightened by the sunrise
When it comes as no surprise
When i’m feeling out of sorts, and off-course, of course
I’m almost, always, all yours
And true happiness is heads or tails,
Never-the-less, it never fails
And it’s every bit as bleak as this week’s weather report
And it’s almost, always, all yours
I'm almost, always, all yours