^EWell I used think the color of love would be a rosy red or a pretty pink And I th^Aought it would be a thirsty man crawlin' home to get a big old dri^Enk And I tho^Aught love was spelled like a b^Dell B-E-double L bell that you r^Aing S^Etead of wham bam Hit your man with a pan Hit him on the head and listen to the birdies s^Aing Oh yo^Du heart breakin' love makin' cut me-a-piece-of-bacon man of m^Aine And you mo^Eney shiftin' flour siftin' nose liftin' rose of woman ki^And

Just k^Deep on doin' what you're doin' what You're doin' suits me just fi^Ane And lo^Eve I tell You somethin' else you blow my m^Aind

Well I u^Esed to think the color of love would be a Soft green like a pea in a ^APod And I tho^Eught love Would strike like a light flashin' down a big old lightning

^Arod And I tho^Aught love was spelled W-E-do^Duble L well that would never run d^Ary In^Estead of choke choke I'm so broke and dry I can't afford a little bitty tear to c^Ary Oh y^Dou money turnin' egg churnin' butter burnin' baby of mi^Ane You h^Ealf crazy lean and lazy pretty as a wilted daisy man of m^Aine

Just k^Deep on doin' what you're doin' what You're doin' suits me just fi^Ane And lo^Eve I tell You somethin' else you blow my m^Aind Day and n^Dight all right love me till I'm old and going w^Aild And lo^Eve I tell You somethin' else you blow my m^Aind