My love for you still a rope around my hands A thread too tangled to untwine I guess that if you're born on a Sunday, as I am You have to wait for a while I been the truth, been the liar Been the preacher, been the choir I've been rich, and I've been poor Been the after and before Been the major, been the minor Been the shoulder, been the crier Everything you asked me for But I've never been, never been yours Never been yours Never been the bride nor the bridesmaid Never been the song that you dance to I've never been a melody, no serenade, no symphony I guess that if you're born on a Tuesday, you're not the music Been the truth, been the liar Been the preacher, been the choir I've been rich, and I've been poor Been the after and before Been the major, been the minor Been the shoulder, been the crier Everything you asked me for But I've never been, never been yours Never been yours Been the truth, been the liar Been the preacher, been the choir I've been rich, and I've been poor Been the after and before Been the major, been the minor Been the shoulder, been the crier Everything you asked me for But I've never been, never been yours Never been yours Never been yours