The Lyrics

Love's like calling the DJ, requesting a song:

You can't quite get the lyrics. Your tune's a bit wrong.

You know what you want, but don't know how to say it.

You're hoping someone on the other end can play it.

Love's like a road trip if you tend to lose maps.

You can turn around, or screw up, have a laugh.

Love's an in-ground pool of want and venal sin,

And the tile's wet. If you don't leave, you'll slip and fall in.

Love's like an aggressively microwaved meal

Put your tongue to it soon, and the burn's all you'll feel.

Love is like a novel you'll find in a bookstore –

Invented by some ambitious author.