I love you , I hate you at the same time” he said
As she sobbing, begged him to stay
Two drunken lovers fighting in the street
As past them I went on my way.
And a smashing sound of a glass been thrown
Smashed to smithereens on the pavement
Echoed to my whistling as I
Walked home in the small hours content.
Lovers quarrels: if they saw themselves
Would they not of themselves be ashamed!
Cupid matches some together that should not be
Was he drunk when his bow he aimed?