She was Boston, I was Vegas, She was crepe suzette, I was pie, She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her. She was Mozart, I was Macy, She was afternoon tea, I was saloon, She was Junior League, I was Dodgers, But I loved her morning, night and noon. Opposites attract, the wise men claim, Still I wish that we had been a little more the same. It might have been a shoot out war, If we had know each other more. She was polo, I was race track, She was museum, I was G.P. She did her best to change me Though she never never knew quite how, But I loved her, almost as much as I do now.
She was Wall Street, I was pawn shop, She was French champagne, I was beer, She knew much more that I did But there was one thing she didn't know, That I loved her, 'cause I never never told her so.