I love your heartnBut I wouldn’t know the colournOf Grand MarienOlden and freenAnd if your headnCouldn’t possibly be dullernBlushing my seanLooks go to menThat’s how my ever grown to mennMemory, it’s got to be love!nIt couldn’t be tonsillitisnIt feels like neuritisnBut nevertheless it’s lovenDon’t tell me the pickles and pies out of lovenThey serve me, unnerve menAnd made my heart a broken down pumpnIt’s got to be lovenIt isn’t the morning afternThat makes every rafternGo swarming around abovenI’m sure that its fatenBut why do I get that sinking feelingnI think that I’m deadnBut nevertheless its only lovennIt’s got to be lovenIt couldn’t be fallen archesnOr too many starchesnBut nevertheless its lovenDon’t tell me that lamp in that barber-shop gave me sunstrokenWith one strokenYou made me feel like yesterday’s hashnIt’s got to be lovenIt could be indigestionnBeyond any questionnAt the lottery after darknI know I’ve been toldnIt’s no worse than I coldnBut only fever!nI’m burnt to a crispnBut nevertheless its only ..nYesterday’s hashnBut nevertheless it’s onlynThink it againnNevertheless it’s only love