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Intro

Verse 1

I love you like kings love queens, like a gay geneticist loves designer genes

I need you like New Orleans needs a drought, like Hitler's father needed to learn to pull out

And I want you, yeah, like a lawyer/mathematician wants some kind of proof

And I want you, yeah, like JFK wanted a car with a roof...

Chorus 1

Because love is taking that dive, then getting really comfortable and peeing in the pool

And love is a real life porn, minus all the stuff that makes porn cool

And love is a homeless guy searching for treasure in the middle of the rain

And finding a bag of gold coins and slowly finding out they're all filled with chocolate

And even though he's heart broken, he can't complain because he was hungry in the first place...

TRANSITION:

Verse 2

Because I love you like Dora loves maps, like the Pope's toilet loves "holy craps"

I need you like a voyeur needs a branch, like boys tossing salad needs a little bit of Neverland

Ranch...

And I want you, yeah, like all the gothic kids that look exactly the same, never want to conform

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And I want you like Anne Frank wanted nobody to read her fucking diary!

INTERLUDE [continue G chord]:

"Because a diary is a collection of secret things that nobody's supposed to read,

that's the whole point of a diary. Millions of people that have breached this little girls privacy

after she was chased by Nazis - kick her while she's down..."

Bridge

And if we met in ten thousand BC, I was your caveman, you's my cavelady...

If we got hot - we'd start rubbin', if we got hungry - we'd go clubbin'

There's wooly mammoths, but I will protect us - you're making me devolve to a Homo Erectus

And if we met in 1780, I would be a white southern aristocratic plantation owner

and you were my dark-skinned servant lady... (slave)

Verse 3

Whenever I could get away from the Missus, I go to your shed and then I'd steal you kisses

But let's be serious, I'd still work you full-time as a slave

There's a difference between romantic language and complete disregard for socio economic trends...

If it was 1941, I was a Nazi, you's a Gypsy on the run - that's a little redundant

That probably wouldn't have worked out...

CHORUS 2/OUTRO:

Because love is your favorite food for every breakfast, lunch and dinner

And love is the Holocaust - if you don't die quick and you don't get thinner

And love is being the owner of the company that makes rape whistles

And even though you started the company with good intentions trying to reduce the rate of rape,

now you don't want to reduce it at all, 'cause if the rape rate declines

you'll see an equal decline in whistle sales...

Without rapists, who's gonna buy your whistles?

Yeah, love is all about... whistles

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