Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humor   You would laugh to beat the band   An' look at yourself, do you still believe the rumor   That romance is simply grand?      Since, you took it right on the chin   You have lost that bright toothpaste grin   My mental state is all a jumble, I sit around and sadly mumble      Fools rush in, so here I am, very glad to be unhappy   I can't win, but here I am more than glad to be unhappy      Unrequited love's a bore and I've got it pretty bad   But for someone you adore it's a pleasure to be sad   Like a straying baby lamb with no mammy and no pappy   I'm so unhappy but oh, so glad