Love, oh love, oh, careless love, You fly right to my head like wine, You've wrecked the life of many a gal, And you nearly wrecked this life of mine. If I was a little bird, I would fly from tree to tree; I'd build my nest up in the air, Where the bad boys couldn't bother me. Now I wear my apron high, Now I wear my apron high, Now I wear my apron high, And he never, never passes by.