The Book of Love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and fads and figures
And instructions for dancing

And I, I love you when you read to me
And you, you can read me anything

The Book of Love has music in it
In fact, that's where music comes from
Some of its just trance and gentle
Some of its just really dumb

And I, I love it when you sing to me
And you, you can sing me anything

The Book of Love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're ought too young to know

And I, I love it when you give me things
And you, you oughta give me wedding rings
I, I love it when you give me things
And you, you oughta give me wedding rings
You oughta give me wedding rings