Oh, I said 'I'm so happy, I could die.'
She said 'Drop dead,' then left with another guy.

But it's easier to say 'I love you',
than 'Yours, sincerely' I suppose.

So you take her to the pictures,
trying to become a fixture.
Inch by inch trying to reach her,
all the way through the second feature.
Worrying about your physical fitness,
tell me how you got this sickness?

I don't wanna be a lover,
I just wanna be your victim.

She's no angel.
He's no saint.

Happiness isn't a fortune in a cookie. It's deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.