Herbert SA loser

It sure was scary
When I met
Mary I didnt understand myself
I was a fool when we were in school
And she understood me better
I guess I had passion
It startled her fashion
She thought it a small price to pay
For fiery nights under northern lites
Helps the snow slowly melt away
Herberts a loser
His fathers a boozer
He didnt like himself
He lost his cool and he drowned in a pool
After writing a classic love letter
I guess too much passion
Had startled his fashion
It started and ended that day
He wrote the letter there wasnt one better
One reading turned millions his way
Now theres
Mary It isnt so scary
Now that I like myself
Im no fool and were not in school
The water cant get any wetter
Now Im in fashion
Ill warm up her passion
Shell think it a small price to pay
For fiery nights under northern lites
Helps the snow slowly melt away