Book Of Love

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing up
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing, boy

I, I love it when you read to me
And you, you can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact, that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is fucking dumb

But I, I love it when you sing to me
And you, you can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written oh, sometime ago
It's full of hearts and flower-shaped boxes
And things we're way too adult to know

But I, I love it when you give me things
And you, you ought to give me wedding rings

Weren't you supposed to give me something?
I think you may have forgotten something
Isn't this some kind of transaction or something?
You were supposed to give me something