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      And I'm giving you a longing look   Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book      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      And I'm giving you a longing look   Everyday, everyday, 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   Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book