Someday
I'll be your daisy in the rose fields
; Your mango in the apple tree
; Your ruby among diamonds
; Your island in the sea
; Your one and only.
But
; You threw the daisy away
; You left the mango to rot in a few days
; You only loved the diamonds
; You passed by the island in your way
; You searched for something cliche
And called it your one and only.