The Book of Love is long and boringNo one can lift the damn thingIt's full of charts and fads and figuresAnd instructions for dancingAnd I, I love you when you read to meAnd you, you can read me anythingThe Book of Love has music in itIn fact, that's where music comes fromSome of its just trance and gentleSome of its just really dumbAnd I, I love it when you sing to meAnd you, you can sing me anythingThe Book of Love is long and boringAnd written very long agoIt's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxesAnd things we're ought too young to knowAnd I, I love it when you give me thingsAnd you, you oughta give me wedding ringsI, I love it when you give me thingsAnd you, you oughta give me wedding ringsYou oughta give me wedding rings
