I thought he loved me.
I thought he loved me not.
I knew he loved me.
I knew he loved me not.
I made his accidental baby ...
the proof of his own accidental existence.
But he proved he loved me not.
His baby is almost grown now.
My almost grown son
looks at me with a knowing grin.
He makes me smile now.
He makes me grin.
My son makes me smile now,
with that knowing grin
and I'll never try again
to make a man love me
or love me not.