I once loved a girl
named Levine,
But she felt no emotion for me.
To me she was number one queen,
But to her i was lower-case "d".
I met her when I was nineteen,
And she'd barely afford me a glance.
Some acquaintance she'd maybe forseen,
But certainly not a romance.
So here I do pine for my
Julia,
Who certainly lov-ed me not,
My dignity lies now in ruin,
The boy that "l'amour" has forgot.