To Love

(альбом: Writer - 1970)

Down the road apiece he was waiting
Yes, he was waiting and you know me
I had had my fill of hesistating
And I always knew it had to be

To love, to love, to love, to love
All you need's the opportunity
To love, to love, to love, to love
Baby, don't you make a fool of me

I never will forget our first encounter
I guess I'm proud to say that it was allright
And I was so glad that I had found him
As ready as I was that night

To love, to love, to love, to love
All you need's the opportunity
To love, to love, to love, to love
Baby, don't you make a fool of me

There are those of us too cool for passion
They're the ones that it could do some good
And there are those who say it's out of fashion
They're the ones who only wish they could

To love, to love, to love, to love
All you need's the opportunity
To love, to love, to love, to love
Baby, don't you make a fool of me

Baby, don't you make a fool of me
Baby, don't you make a fool of me
Baby, don't you make a fool of me
Baby, don't you make a fool of me