he's picking up daises that you left in your front yardnthe postman delivered but your words were still too farnyou know he wanted it he really really wanted it, oh so badnbut he always wants what he knows that he can't have, woahnnand i'm not writing this love song for twonand i never admitted what anyone might think to do no, noni'm not writing this love song for twonand i'm not writing this love song for younno, no, no, no, no, woah.nnmy sweet umbrella your fella has eyes for menits not like you knew it you blew it it's plain to seenyou know he wanted it he really really wanted it, oh so badnbut they always wan what they know that they can't havennand i'm not writing this love song for twonand i never admitted what anyone might think to do no, noni'm not writing this love song for twonand i'm not writing this love song for younno, no, no, no, no, woah.nnyou know she wanted it nshe really really wanted itnyou know he wanted itnhe really really wanted itnyou know she wanted itnshe really really wanted itnyou know they wanted itnthey really really wanted itnnand i'm not writing this love song for twonand i never admitted what anyone might think to do no, noni'm not writing this love song for twonand i'm not writing this love song for younno, no, no, no, no, woah, woah, woah.nncause i'm not writing this love song for you.