Don't tell me you don't know what love isWhen you're old enough to know betterWhen you find strange hands in your sweaterWhen your dreamboat turns out to be a footnoteI'm a man with a mission in two or three editionsAnd I'm giving you a longing lookEveryday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get alongChapter Two I think I fell in love with youYou said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter ThreeBut you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
The way you walkThe way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laughIn four or five paragraphsAll your compliments and your cutting remarksAre captured here in my quotation marks
Don't tell me you don't know the differenceBetween a lover and a fighterWith my pen and my electric typewriterEven in a perfect world where everyone was equalI'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel
Chapter One we didn't really get alongChapter Two I think I fell in love with youYou said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter ThreeBut you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
The way you walkThe way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laughIn four or five paragraphsAll your compliments and your cutting remarksAre captured here in my quotation marks
Don't tell me you don't know the differenceBetween a lover and a fighterWith my pen and my electric typewriterEven in a perfect world where everyone was equalI'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel