Please mister can't you help me try to find my baby's houseIt's three in the morning in the pouring rainI can't find the house and I forgot the numberBut I gotta give her these roses to relieve her painDon't laugh . . . just tell me you've been there beforeSo we fight but we fight every eveningAnd I tell you every morning I just love her moreAnd life goes on . . . filled with disasters and frictionAnd life can be strangeBut love can be stranger than fictionOnly love can be stranger than fictionExcuse me operator . . . tell me what time it isMe and my lover been in bed all dayI think I strained a muscleI didn't know I hadAnd tell me what day it is anywayDon't laugh . . . just tell me you hear what I sayI love her so much I don't even know what planet I'm onLove her so much I wish she'd just go awayAnd life goes on . . . filled with bizarre contradictionsAnd life can be strangeBut love can be stranger than fictionOnly love can be stranger than fictionI know that sometimes love goesBut sometimes it comes back to getchaAnd when love growsIt grows like a flower or grows like a tumorLove shows that God has a sense of humorLife goes on . . . ever immune to predictionAnd life can be strangeBut love can be stranger than fictionOnly love can be stranger than fiction
