Lyrics
In fact that s where music comes from, you ought to give me wedding rings, you can sing me anything
And written very long ago, you ought to give me wedding rings, the book of love is long and boring
no one can lift the damn thing
some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just transcendental, the book of love is long and boring
I love it when you give me things, you ought to give me wedding rings
No one can lift the damn thing, you ought to give me wedding rings, you ought to give me wedding rings
I love it when you give me things, no one can lift the damn thing
You ought to give me wedding rings, i love it when you read to me, some of it is just really dumb
the book of love is long and boring
it s full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
no one can lift the damn thing
In fact that s where music comes from, it s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
you ought to give me wedding rings
you can sing me anything
I love it when you give me things, i love it when you give me things
I love it when you give me things, it s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes, i love it when you sing to me
You ought to give me wedding rings, i love it when you read to me
And written very long ago, the book of love is long and boring
it s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we re all too young to know, it s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
In fact that s where music comes from, no one can lift the damn thing, in fact that s where music comes from
you ought to give me wedding rings
some of it is just transcendental
i love it when you give me things
No one can lift the damn thing, the book of love is long and boring
You ought to give me wedding rings, i love it when you give me things, you ought to give me wedding rings
I love it when you give me things, the book of love is long and boring Of, some of it is just really dumb
You ought to give me wedding rings, i love it when you give me things Mey, you ought to give me wedding rings
And things we re all too young to know, the book of love is long and boring Mey, it s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
It s full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing, the book of love is long and boring
I love it when you sing to me, i love it when you give me things, i love it when you give me things