All my best friends,
They are in love.
All my best friends,
They gave it up.
They gave the world away
To be in love.

First comes love,
And then comes marriage.
Before or after,
There's a baby carriage.
It's out of a storybook,
And I've already skipped to the end.

You don't need to look at me
That way with your eyes of green.
Underneath the vail of portent,
You know what I mean when I say,

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Living like dearly departed,
Complicated and dominated by fear of fate.
Guess I'd rather sleep in late.

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Shredded like the seas have parted,
Then closed in like a heavy weight,
Then one day the love turns into hate."