I thought I loved you once,
so I wrote you every day.

I thought I loved you once,
that's why I came to hear you play.

I stalked you in the parking lot,
each day you went to work.

And during your stay at hotels,
in the hallways I would lurk.

I read about you in the papers,
and bought your every song.

I joined your every fan club,
I just wanted to belong.

Sometimes when I'm with strangers,
I tell them I'm Mrs. Gibb.

To back up what I'd told them,
I'd tell a little fib.

I thought I loved you once,
but now it's clear to see.

When I thought that I was there for you,
I was only there for me.

To Barry from a friend?
Windsong