speak to me in rhymes 

and all kinds of pretty words to defend my world

tell me it's divine

that war keeps raging

through my melodies and it's a tragedy to find



that there's only one kind of love

and that's love sweet love

try to drag it down

and change its name

but it's always gonna be love and it will mess

you up the same



if you swept away by the girls of summer

those dancing birds of prey

and if you go away fruther then my garden, the tree line,

like a wandering neighbor's feline



remember what i say 

before you grow to old

there's only one kind of love

and that's love, sweet love

try to drag it down and change it's name

but its always gonna be loove and it will mess

you up the same

the same

all feelings are good

ask your friendly doctor it's all understood

cause there is always one kind of love and thats love sweet love.