Said it to me, once Then over and over You keep on repeating You're a happy, happy mother Maybe you're in clover But most of us sweat at the sight Of this perfection and a perfect complexion This infatuation and assisted sparks Maybe you understand The reasons why you have to hold hands But I don't understand The ins and outs of milk and honey land Milk and honey land Oh, say it to me over That this place is not like any other It's a room it's a thought it's a bed it's an oven It's the places where you go to do the jumping and the loving Say it to me over I'm in peace, I'm in clover Let me give thanks to your love life pranks You told her that to love her with two fingers in her hands Oh, I can't conceive Or even think of acting I gotta believe I can tell inside that what's mine and yours You've got it figured out that ambition is for boars/bores So I'm yelling "love's the only answer!" You insist the weather and then bitch about the dancing What a cheap gospel or a desperate Romeo There's a famous liar saying where the rest can go I love your whole idea Of harmony and bliss and little virgin kids I love your heavenly expression and sighs When you bump up through the depression of our lives Oh, the depression of our lives Oh, am I such a madman to admit I dislike you? What is so unusual about it, oh, about me?