Years ago, our love was told
Reminded those of love
Like in a storybook

Now we´re fighting every day
This ain´t love, This is hate
Get it straight
Take a break
Storybrook

Years ago our love was told
Reminisced and kissed
The fifties flame
So we´ve been told
Now we´re fighting every day
This ain´t love
This is hate
Get it straight
Take a break
Donnybrook

Pretty pictures of the queens themselves
You had my 8 by ten on your shelf
You sold me cheap
And I cried for help

You stayed with us through thick and thin
You sat and watched with quaaludes and gin
And clapped a lot

Were you there
When we were almost crucified and died
A thousand deaths?
No?
Well, thanks a lot

4 kings with an army strong
You knew the words to all our songs
You stayed with us all night long

Pretty pictures of the queens themselves
You had my 8 by ten on your shelf
You sold me cheap
And I cried for help
Well thanks a lot