The Book of Love

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The book of love is long an boring

No one can lift the damn thing

It's full of charts and facts and figures

and instructions for dancing

But I

It love it when you read to me

And you

You can read me anything

The book of love as music in it

In fact that's where music comes from

Some of it is transcendental

Some of it is juts really dumb

But I

It love it when you sing to me

And you

You can sing me anything

The book of love is long an boring

And written very long ago

It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes

And things we're all too young to know

But I

I love it when you give me things

And you

You ought to give me  wedding rings

But I

I love it when you give me things

And you

You ought to give me  wedding rings

And you

You ought to give me  wedding rings