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 on a mission in two or three editions
And I m giving you a longing look
Everydayeverydayeveryday...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
FourFive and Six
The way you walk
The way you talkand try to kiss meand 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
Everydayeverydayeveryday...Everyday I write the book
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
Everydayeverydayeveryday...Everyday I write the book
Everydayeveryday...Everyday I write the book
Everydayeveryday...Everyday I write the book...Everyday I write the book
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