Gone Fishing

I love to go fishing, And I love to date. I was just wishing, You would take the bait. Out on a clear lake, We were feeling fine. But my big mistake, I used an old line. Was the same line heard, More than once before. With her final word, We don't fish no more. Now that I look back, Don't know what to say. She wouldn't cut me slack, The one that got away.