Still looking for love.
I cry for the love that I never found.
And the passions that I never knew,
I yearn for that love, to seek me out.
Some day, from way out of the blue.
I know that real love doesn\'t come easy.
Or that passion is not guaranteed,
But in the pit of my stomach, it\'s queasy.
For the lover that I really need.
All my life I just feel I\'ve been cheated.
Now my poor bleeding heart\' is in need.
Of experiencing the love I have craved for,
Before life\'s sparkle begins to recede.
Knowing romance is lovely yet painful,
As we get older and frailer, we learn.
By seeking out that particular someone,
We leave all of our bridges to burn.
Yes, we simply give up on those passions.
Because it\'s not important anymore,
So we will settle for something platonic.
\'Cause our libido\'s walked out of the door.
Oh, I do hope that someone will find me.
And give me new hope and belief.
Yes, I long for that someone who\'ll love me.
But I pray they have hair and good teeth!