Is love always getting out of the car on the same side
When the other seat's clear and its door's open wide?
Is love always arguing over who carries what
Or saying what she wants to hear when she asks about her butt?
Is love sharing two entrees and splitting a desert?
Is love turning your head to check her out, even when your neck hurts?
Is love always disrupting the game to play on the same team?
I'm not sure I know what love is; I just know what it seems.
When the other seat's clear and its door's open wide?
Is love always arguing over who carries what
Or saying what she wants to hear when she asks about her butt?
Is love sharing two entrees and splitting a desert?
Is love turning your head to check her out, even when your neck hurts?
Is love always disrupting the game to play on the same team?
I'm not sure I know what love is; I just know what it seems.
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