And the Whole World Stood Still For Me

And the whole world stood still for me, When I realized that her love for me was never to be, An outcast I was and an outcast I would be, When love made people follow flowers like bees. Matters of the heart are a dangerous affair, They tear the heart more painfully than a bear, At one time you’re high as if you just smoked the herb, The next time you’re drinking yourself to near death in a local pub. I’ve learnt to love my lady owl, And all she needs is a rat’s meat in a bowl, I’d rather give that admiring lady an angry scowl, Than take a lady to watch me play a game of bowl. Matters of the heart aren’t such a glorious affair, Ask me, I was left with fear and a blank stare, She left me because of the feared disease, And an outcast I was but at least her heart was at ease. And the whole world stood still for me, When I realized that her love for me was never meant to be, Matters of the heart have caused me much pain, I don’t think I’ll ever learn to love again. An outcast I was and an outcast I would be, In this game of love that made people follow flowers like bees, That’s why I stay with my lady owl, And anyone who touch’s her gets an angry scowl.