Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad
I ma-a-a-a-ade a mess
The ma-a-a-a-aid said nothing
Just took my bla-a-a-a-a-ade
The ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-aid found me in sha-a-a-a-a-ame
Took the bla-a-a-a-a-ame
And left me with my dea-a-a-a-a-ad

I realized and laughed
She loved me so she left me
I broke the bed she made
Hoping she'd come my way
I'm begging you
Please, please, please
I yelled, "Come back, my ma-a-a-a-aid! "
But love's not made that wa-a-a-a-ay
Now let me be your ma-a-a-a-aid
I'll carry to the en-en-en-en-en-end