Johnny was a peculiar guy
Brought up on love and the reasons why
But the reasons why ought not to be said
And so I'm left hands held to my head

He sais I love you
I love you
I love you

And it's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing
It's a beautiful, beautiful thing
It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing
It's a beautiful, beautiful thing

Chances, changes are all that you have
As you take the hard stuff, lie on your back
The smoothness, strangeness fits like a glove
But the comfort of tease, well, rises above 
Saying

I love you
I love you
I love you

But is it possible, possible, possible, babe?
Is it possible for me and you?
Is it possible, possible, possible, babe?
Is it possible for me and you?

Gold and waves and Betty Blue
Are the images that lead to the clues of why
I can't love you
I can't love you
I can't love you

It isn't possible, possible, possible, babe
It's impossible for me and you
It isn't possible, possible, possible, babe
It is impossible for me and you