I'm in love.
Love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
I'm in love with a flower child,
But she's less than mild: her way is wild.
Even though our souls reflected,
This thing in me, she soon rejected.
Love, oh, she feels no love.
Ah, but laugh at me: I'm in love with love.
Paranoia's her favorite game.
Oh, it's such a shame. It defiles her name.
She thinks I'm always chasing.
Through the land she's always racing.
Love, oh, will she see love?
It's sure not what she's thinking of.
I'm in love.
Love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
There's a heart that's a wayward sun.
When she has her fun, she's a tommy gun.
Gets her kicks from domination.
It's enough to cause frustration.
Love, all the world is love.
And I see it all in the stars up above.
This girl's crazy, just like me,
And her walk is free; she's blind to see.
Even though I her befriended,
By her will, the moon descended.
Love, and Christ is love.
So praise the Lord, and give me love.
I'm in love.
Love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
Love....