The Book Of Love

The book of love is long and boring
 No one can lift the damn thing
 It's full of charts and facts, some 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 has music in it
 In fact that's where music comes from
 Some of it's just transcendental
 Some of it's 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
 And I
 I love it when you give me things
 And you
 You ought to give me wedding rings