The book of love is long and boring
No one can live to that thing
It’s full of charts, and facts and figures
And instructions for dancingBut IIIIIII ,I love it, when you read to me
And Yououououououou, you can read me anythingThe book of love has music in it,In fact that’s where music comes from.
Some of it is just transcedental
Some of it is just really dumbBut IIIIIIII, I love it when you sing to me,
And yououououou, You can sing me anything.
The book of love, is long and boring
And written very long ago
It is full of flowers and heartshaped boxes,
And things we are alle to young to know.
But IIIIIIII, I love it when you give me things,
And Youououououououou, You ought to give me, wedding rings.
And IIIIIIIIII, I love it when you give me things,
And yououououou, You ought to give me wedding rings.