After 2 and a half years of getting over an 8 year high school sweetheart type relationship, I found to my surprise that my capacity to be sappy cheesy in love with someone wasn't actually irradiated. Nor was my desire to write, sing and exist on planet Earth.
(A Cappella)
You say that you love me:
G
Like alcoholics love the weekend
C
Like a Republican loves himself
Emin
The way the news loves tragedy
D
And teenagers love apathy
How monkeys love to fling their poo
Like cats love to meow
The way that fleas adore the pound
The way cows love to moo
Like Florida loves sunshine
Like Oregon loves rain
Like Texas loves secession
Like New Yorkers love to complain.
Like grandparents love proverbs
Like mothers love to nag
Like little sisters love to tattle
Like fathers love to brag
Like John Cusack loves heartbreak
Like Bogart loves to scowl
Like Marilyn loves diamonds
Like Lugosi loves to prowl.
Like rock & roll loves leather
Like detectives love a clue
Like pirates love to bury treasure
But nothing like how I love you