The book of love is long and boring    No one can lift the damn thing    It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing    But I    I love it when you read to me    And you    You can read me anything    The book of love has music in it    In fact that's where music comes from    Some of it is just transcendental    Some of it is just really dumb    But I    I love it when you sing to me    And you    You can sing me anything    The book of love is long and 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    And I    I love it when you give me things    And you    You ought to give me wedding rings    And I    I love it when you give me things    And you    You ought to give me wedding rings    You ought to give me wedding rings