For the sorries, oh the sorries of your soul
They are the worries are the worries of my household
I hear the wind a howling swinging at my door
But at your house the weather's pleasant, nothing more
I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine
Oh the time is near for you to romance every boy
Well I am still a learning how to be coy
And you decided you would educate me
While conversing over a nice spot a tea
I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine
And the flower pots are blooming full of 'golds
Tiny, lovely, little shiny, marigolds
And I suppose that I will never be exposed
To the love that blooms between those who chose
I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine