Our Maureen sits,
At an old kitchen table
She’d say: “I love you,”
If she were able
But she missed her chance,
And took to the bottle
She cried herself sober,
And ran back to her hovel

She ran her hand through her golden brown hair,
And battered her eye lids,
Terry was there
A young driver,
She was two years his junior,
But he said: “I love you,”
And Maureen’s heart fluttered

Two happy teens,
She found love in his arms
She warmly smiled,
In her eyes there were stars
Her eyes, they made up
A deepened blue sky
In the back there is heaven,
To where she and Terry would fly

Laughing out loud,
How her life could be different
If only her Terry,
Would never leave her
He held her hand,
And gave her a drink
How her heart fluttered
As back she gave him a wink

Blamed for a crime,
He did not commit
It sent him crazy,
To her her heart he gave her a hit
She vowed, by his side
She would forever stand
She warmly smiled,
And held...