[Verse 1]
Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds of stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate, my type hibernate in bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love

[Verse 2]
Young, uniform minds in uniform lines and uniform ties
Run 'round with trousers on fire and signs of desire they cannot disguise
While I try to find words as light as the birds that circle above
To put in my songs of love

[Bridge]
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

[Refrain]
So sing while you have time, let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

[Bridge]
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

[Refrain]
So sing while you still can, while the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love