Miracles never happened to me. i didn't believe in all that much. in fact, i'd've laid down the bottle straight away if ever i had seen a burning bush.
And if my walking stick should turn into a snake,
"cut me off and ban me from the bar!" i'd've poured out my pint and pinched myself even if my hair should part.
I'd've checked into a padded hotel room before you'd ever have convinced me. i didn't believe in miracles. they never happened to me.
I used to be a non-believer, until that day i'll not forget: that miracle of miracles, baby, was the day we met.