Love is wrong, it sings a hopeless song It longs for bitter disappointment and tears, and tears It calls to all that used to be And it yearns for someone
False or true, I wish I had a clue or two Where I stood I thought I knew Or should True or false, life wasn't ever any waltz Then it caught the somersaults
Instead of making conversations Make love to me Make love to me, my darling While there is still a mood Must I extend an invitation To make love to me
