The sleepless nights, the daily fights
The quick toboggan when you reach the heights
I miss the kisses and I miss the bites
I wish I were in love again, the broken dates, the endless waits
The lovely loving and the hateful hates, the conversation with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again, no more pain, no more strain
Now I'm sane, but I would rather be punch-drunk
The pulled out fur of cat and cur, the fine mis-mating of a him and her
I've learned my lesson but I wish I were in love again
The furtive sigh, the blackened eye, the words "I'll love you 'til the day I die"
The selfdeception that believes the lie
I wish I were in love again, when love congeals, it soon reveals
The faint aroma of performing seals the doublecrossing of a pair of heels
I wish I were in love again, no, no more care, no, no despair
Now I'm all there now but I'd rather be punch-drunk
Believe me, sir, I much prefer
The classic battle of a him and her I don't like quiet, and I wish I were
In love again, in love again, in love again