The book of love is long and boring,
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts, some figures,
and instructions for dan-cing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me any-thing
The book of love has music in it,
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcen-dental,
Some of it is just really dumb
Chorus
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me any-thing
Ooohoooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Ooohoooh oooh oooh oooh
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
You ought to give me wedding rings