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 on 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. And I'm giving you a longing look... 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.
And I'm giving you a longing look... Everyday I write the book. 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 rights and be working on the sequel.
And I'm giving you a longing look... Everyday Everyday Everyday I write the book. Everyday Everyday Everyday Everyday I write the book...