There once was a man
With two hearts, thirteen faces
He loved two women
Of very different races
This man, he loved
With both of his hearts
He lost both women
It tore him apart
He cried a River
Enough to water a Rose
The curse of the Time Lords
To live forever alone
Now when he sees
A blonde on the street
He'll look up, hopeful
But their eyes never meet
He pauses and stops
Holding his breath
Praying either has returned
From what must be death
