Gone with the wild wind   Like it was a dream   Preserved now for all to see   Like nothing you've ever seen   Right this way   To the Museum of Love   Right this way   You've got to see 'em   It's love love love   This is right here where he stood   When he wrote those sacred words   And he made a holy vow   And these are the drawings and his library card   And this is the cow   See it all   In the Hall of Sadness   Please don't miss   The Exhibit of Madness   As legend would have it   He had this nasty habit   Of a longing that was wronging himself   But still he would persist   In fact he would insist   That there was nothing nobody could do to help   He really loved her   He really did   And his love went 'round and 'round   And though he tried to keep it hid   He had lost what he had found   He had lost what he had found   Now all this pain preserved for all to observe   But please don't touch   It's an inspiration to think or try to believe   That someone could love someone that much   So now we declare a new holiday for lovers everywhere   For each and every one to have their own share   He would have liked it that way   Right this way   To the Museum of Love   Right this way   You've got to see 'em   It's love love love