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 end - less 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
"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 clas - sic bat - tle of a him and her;
I don't like quiet, and I wish I were
In love again, in love again, in love again.