I can’t say I don’t like it to be single,
I’m of the sort who likes to mingle.
I like to chat and get to know,
I’m looking for a certain kind of soul,
A mellow heart,
Loving and never cold.
One that wants and never lets go,
To be a heart attached ’til old,
That has to be a kind of gold,
To find a soul, to match your own.
I guess you could say it’s a kind of goal,
But is that what all folk want?
It could be it’s not for some.