Love, oh love, oh, careless love,

You fly right to my head like wine,

You've wrecked the life of many a gal,

And you nearly wrecked this life of mine.



If I was a little bird,

I would fly from tree to tree;

I'd build my nest up in the air,

Where the bad boys couldn't bother me.



Now I wear my apron high,

Now I wear my apron high,

Now I wear my apron high,

And he never, never passes by.