Some say love is a burning thing,
That it makes a fiery ring,
Oh but I know love as a caging being,
Just a killer, come to call from some awful dream.
Phosphorescent – ‘Song for Zula’
Some say love is just a four-letter word,
Of nothing do they need to be assured,
Oh but you say love is pain to be endured,
A disease from which you’ll never be cured.
Some say love is a losing game,
One that’s lost in the final frame,
Oh but you say love made you feel such shame,
It was something you never ever overcame.
Some say love, love is a verb,
Love is a doing word,
Oh but you say love is a noun (like turd,
Or curd or nerd); love is a flightless bird.
Some say love is all you need,
The bah barararah and all that proceeds,
Oh but you say love makes your hairline recede,
And that it will make your ears and eyeballs bleed.
Some say love is all around,
Your fingers and your toes it will astound,
Oh but you say love was the reason you frowned,
And made you feel like you were being drowned.
I think you should throw out your radio,
And stop reading Smash Hits.