Every Day I Write The Book

Don't tell me you don't know what love is

When you're old enough to know better

When you find strange hands in your sweater

When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote

I'm a man with a mission on two or three editions

I'm giving you a longing look

Everyday I write the book

Chapter One: We didn't really get along

Chapter Two: I think I fell in love with you

You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three

But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four

Five and Six.

The way you walk

The way you talk and try to kiss me

And laugh in four or five paragraphs.

All your compliments and your cutting remarks

Are captured here in my quotation marks

I'm giving you a longing look

Everyday I write the book

Don't tell me you don't know the difference

Between a lover and a fighter

With my pen and my electric typewriter

Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal

I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel.

I'm giving you a longing look

Everyday I write the book