| Lyrics: | Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
WHEN YOU
FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a
man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing
look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get
along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle
of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and
Six
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or
five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my
quotation marks
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a
fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was
equal
I'd still own the film rightsand be working on the sequel |
