You're the only one for me.
I tell you three or four times a day.
When you're with me, I'm happy.
I'm lost and lonely when you're away.
Every night I have to spend without you,
my suffering grows ever more and more.
I wouldn't suffer like this for just anyone --
you're the only one I wanna suffer for.
You're the only one.

Now we've established something precious,
but chances are it could go awry
when we find out how weak the flesh is,
shattered, scattered, hung out to dry.
It'll all come out when it's discovered,
clearer than the teardrop in my eye,
but I don't wanna get screwed over by just anyone --
you're the only one I wanna get screwed over by.
You're the only one.

(Mitch Clem writes, "Remind me to write a billion word essay on why the Mr T Experience are the most underrated band of all time. No, for real, holy crap." Yes! Thank you, Mitch Clem!)