Tell me, what were the chances
you and I might meet in this life,
and of all your many romances
you'd make me your only wife?

You'd trudged thru foreign soil,
churches, family picnics, bars,
and even your mind's tight coil;
collecting women, cars -- scars.

You tried every flavor and body,
the free gifts tossed your way;
until all were just a fun hobby
shiny wrapped, prize of the day.