Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, you can't
I wanted to make a poem that talked about nothing but you
With a brush written on the walls I would have what you are to me
I meant people on the street who never laugh
That you are different, that you are true and that you will not change over time
But you are not with me
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, you can't
I wanted a photograph where you can see it is you
And paper all the walls, in every street, to tell everyone that you were mine
But I only have a song made at night in a door
While I saw you, like a thief, go away with him from my house
And you are no longer mine
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, you can't, no, you can't
And you are no longer mine
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, you can't, no, you can't
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, no, no, no, love, no
Love, love, love, love, love, you can't, no, you can't
And you are no longer mine
Love no, no, no, no
Love can't be made, no, no, no, no, no, no ...