The book of love is long and bor­ing
No one can lift the damn thing
It’s full of charts and facts and fig­ures
and in­struc­tions for danc­ing
But I, I love it 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 it is just tran­scen­den­tal
Some of it is just re­al­ly dumb
But 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 all too young to know
But I, I love it when you give me things
And you, you ought to give me wed­ding rings
I, I love it when you give me things
And you, you ought to give me wed­ding rings

– The Book of Love — Stephen Mer­ritt