The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing but
I...I love it when you read to me and
You...You can read me anything
The book of love is full of music
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it's just transcendental
Most of it is just really dumb but
I...I love it when you sing to me and
You...You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know but
I...I love it when you give me things and
You...You ought to give me wedding rings
I...I love it when you give me things and
You...You ought to give me wedding rings