On that first day of Fall In the year nineteen ninety nine I still remember- I was yours and you were mine. What happened in the Spring Of Y2K? I was still here- You were gone away. Come Summer And you decided To crawl back into to my life And into my bed. And in the Winter When I needed you most I celebrated Christmas With wine and pork roast. As unfaithful as nature is With her seasons- She's better off than you, At least she's got reasons!