Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba 



You see I met her on a Monday

And her name was Chill

From the what-the-hell family's

Relation to free will

Yeah she circled my circumference

Said she had some time to kill

Been combing the beach for a beautiful freak

And I just might fit the bill

She said:



Ooh, I think I'm liking you

Ooh, do you feel the same way too?

I said, ooh, I think I do

I said, ooh, I think you're cute

I said, ooh, merci beaucoup

I said, ooh ooh

And maybe I'm calling you baby

And I might just say you're my love cliche



You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

And I like it that way



You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

And I like it that way



So we fell in love that summer

Underneath the Star Wars sign

Drinking cases of each other

And guitar and April Wine

And we lay down in the alley

As the sunlight hit the pine

And talked of all things great

Like the rose of Gertrude Stein

And we fell in love that summer

But it lasted eighteen weeks

Used to kiss her on the hummer

Now I kiss her on the cheek

And I vividly remember

In a moment of recline

When she whispered in my ear

"I think I like both kinds"



She said, ooh, I think I do

I said, ooh, I think you're cute

She said, ooh, merci beaucoup

I said, ooh ooh

And maybe I'm chasing Amy

And I might just say you're my love cliche



You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

And I like it that way



You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

And I like it that way



I'm feeling love

I'm feeling love

I'm feeling love

I'm feeling love



I'm feeling love

I'm feeling love

I'm feeling love

I'm feeling love



So why don't you tell me what's great?



When the puck hits the net

At the Stanley Cup game

And Miles hits the notes

When he sketches out of Spain

And the wedding gets you high

From the perfect catering

And love makes you lie

Even though you bought the ring

And you screw with your spine

And the minor chord change

And the more things change

The more they stay the same

But I'm looking for your kind

Yeah I'll drive through the driving rain

'Cause what was so wrong

From the very beginning

That we would have to change



You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

And I like it that way



You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

You're my love cliche

And I like it that way



And maybe I'm calling you baby,

And I might just say you're my love cliche



I'm in love

I'm in love

I'm in love



I'm in love

I'm in love

I'm in love