If Truth Be Told

The men that catch my eye these days are few The ones that do are married men, or mad And truth be told I only fancy you I doubt that in the pub or porch or pew I’ll meet a man like you who makes me glad The men that catch my eye these days are few I could be looking but I seldom do There’s only you for me, you ‘lucky’ lad If truth be told I only fancy you Until the day fate sends me someone new I’m all for you, I know, it’s odd and sad But men that catch my eye these days are few You make me happy, boy, you make me blue I hold a torch for you, and I grow mad For truth be told I only fancy you I’ve told you something you already knew I’m sorry, but I’ve really got it bad The men that catch my eye these days are few If truth be told I only fancy you © Gail Foster 21st July 2017