with this plastic covered tongue, how can i see through this fog
looking for an answer, reaching for a sign
caught between science and superstition and fruit on the vine

i don't know, i don't know
how could i pick the flowers of love
and then expect them to grow

l-o-v-o-l-o-g-y
hello to love's history
l-o-v-o-l-o-g-y
goodbye to love's mystery

i was waiting for an answer, waiting for your news
you were supposed to be the doctor, cure my summertime blues
popping pills of emotion, on ms. toad's wild ride
i'm hitting all the potholes on the love you've prescribed

living in the ocean
visiting the sea
i'm looking at the bigger fish
looking at me

i called you in the morning, but you were not home
i let my fingeres do the walking, and picked up the phone
hush hush on the one end, hush hush to the right
i crawled down to the other end and walked into the night

l-o-v-o-l-o-g-y
l-o-v-o-l-o-g-y