I'd cross over the sahara
And over the plains
Cross the pennsylvania turnpike in pouring down rain
With my windshield wiper
Windshield wiper hanging off
Then I'd take my last quarter
Stick it in this machine
Spending it all on a pink plastic ring
Just to see you laughing
See you laughing until you drop
You know I'd march through hell
In a scarf
Just to prove that this is love
Love
Love
Just to prove that this is love
This is love
This love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Well a militia of models could declare martial law
Taking the town wearing camouflaged bras
But I wouldn't fall in line
Fall in line with the weak
They could make me ambassador or make me their king
Make me lay around all day and at night use me for one thing
Procreation
Procreation?
And as much as that'd be sweet
No
You know I'd march through hell
In a scarf
Just to prove that this is love
Love
Love
Just to prove that this is love
This is love
This is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love love love love love love
You know I'd march through hell
Wearing a polyester scarf
Just to prove that this is love
Love
I'm talking about love
Just to prove that this is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
Oh yeah
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love