He Was Too Good to Me

There goes my young intended
The thing is intended
Regrets are vain
I’ll never meet
Another half so sweet
And we’ll never meet again
I was a good sport, told him goodbye
Eyes dim
Yet why complain?
He was too good to me
How can I get along now?
So close he stood to me
Everything seems all wrong now
He would have brought me the sun
Making me smile
That was his style
When I was mean to him
He’d never say, «Go away, now.»
I was a queen to him
Who’s gonna make me gay now?
It’s only natural that I’m blue
He was too good to be true
He was too good to be true