Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat
Turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission
In two or three editions, and
I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday,
Everyday I write the book
Chaaa-pter one, we didn't really get along
Chapter two, I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd, stand by me in the middle of Chapter three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters
Four, five, and six, and
I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday,
Everyday I write the book
The wa-ay you walk
The way you talk and try to kiss me and laugh
In four or five paragraphs.
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
are captured here in my quotation marks, and
I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday,
Everyday I write the book
Oo oooooo Everyday I write the book
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world
Where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights
And be working on the sequel, and
I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday,
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday,
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday,
Everyday I write the book