December March

I took her anger for a passionate delight I tried to change her disposition overnight She said she would never, but I knew she would She don't make no promise when the weather is good Maybe in December, Maybe in June, Sometimes in the March she'll play a different tune She don't really care to fuss and fight She don't care to argue wrong or right She would just run the time down on your clock She would think you couldn't figure out why Everything that you had just been workin for watch it fly fly fly She said she would never, but I knew she would She don't make no promise when the weather is good Maybe in December, Maybe in June, Sometimes in the March she'll play a different tune Sample: Which Jacques do you want? Opera: She said she would never, but of course I knew better.