If I would take a little time to write down a few lines
Every time that you cross this heart of mine
And put them all in a book, how much time would that have took
The words and years have a way of slipping by
Oh no, too bad, there goes the chance that I had
I could have written a play so sweet and so funny
Given old Mr. Shakespeare a run for his money
Written the words to the prettiest tune
That would never leave a dry eye in the room
My only excuse for not doing that
Well I was too busy being in love,
Yes, I was too busy being in love.
Brand new phrases appear every time you are near
All these words you inspire after all these years
But I never reach for a pen, break the mood that I'm in
Before I knew it the words were gone again
Oh no, too bad, there goes the chance that I had
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I could have written a poem to make young lovers crazy
Could have written a movie for Hepburn and Tracy
A beautiful song and it starts with your name
Written my way into fortune and fame
But I have no regrets for not doing that
Well I was too busy being in love,
Yes I was too busy being in love.