I Love You

Johnny was a peculiar guy
 Brought up on love and the reasons why
 But the reasons why ought not to be said
 And so I'm left hands held to my head, he says
 I love you
 I love you
 I love you
 And it's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing
 It's a beautiful, beautiful thing
 It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing
 It's a beautiful, beautiful thing
 Chances, changes are all that you have
 As you take the hard stuff, lie on your back
 The smoothness, strangeness
 Fits like a glove
 But the comfort of tease
 Well rises above
 I love you
 I love you
 I love you
 But is it possible, possible, possible babe?
 Is it possible for me and you?
 Is it possible, possible, possible babe?
 Is it possible for me and you?
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 Gold and waves and Betty Blue
 Are the images that lead to the clues of why
 I can't love you
 I can't love you
 I can't love you
 It isn't possible, possible, possible, babe
 It's impossible for me and you
 It isn't possible, possible, possible, babe
 It is impossible for me and you