Name of My Sorrow

Oh the last I heard from Shirley
She was married to some guy
Living south of Kansas City
Too bad, I was so shy
The last I heard from Linda
She was looking much the same
She was married to some guy
Too bad I couldn’t play her game
I couldn’t play her game
'Cause Linda was the name of my sorrow
And Shirley was too
But now it’s you
And the last I heard of Mary Lou
She still hadn’t learned to sing
She was married to some guy
Too bad I couldn’t buy a ring
The last I heard of Jane
Everybody knew her name
Star of something or the other
Too bad I had no fame
Too bad I had no fame
'Cause Jane was the name of my sorrow
And Mary Lou was too
But now it’s you
The last I heard from Marian
She hadn’t changed a bit
Everything was in its place
Too bad I didn’t fit
Oh the last I heard of Susan
She still nursed a fickle flame
And waited in her patient way
Too bad I never came
Too bad I never came
'Cause Susan was the name of my sorrow
And Marian was too
But now it’s you