I'm Not Going to Tell You What Love Is

(We have a direct line to Paris)
There was a lass at the Louvre last evening
Her hair was white and her chest was bare
The least they could do after chopping her arms off
Is give her something decent to wear
I'm not going to tell you what love is
I'm not going to tell you what love is
I know time and space are relative
These things never occur to me
Even if I had a time machine
The you you are is the you I'd see
I'm not going to tell you what love is
I'm not going to tell you what love is
Abstract concepts make sense in my mind
I know everything intuitively
If I could add something new to the subject
Doubt it would be of any profundity
I'm waiting here outside the pyramid
She's flown off on a big black swan
She's had a fling with the Mona Lisa
I can't imagine how they'd get on
I'm not going to tell you what love is
I'm not going to tell you what love is



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