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 in two or three editions
  And I'm giving you a longing look
  Everyday, everyday, 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
  
  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