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 in 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

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

Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a writer
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