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Sometimes she's the wicked witch
And then a little girl, and then a pretty fridge
And I love her so, I'm fool enough
What do you know about love?
She's got a flat of her own and a little car, too
She's got sharp fingernails and plastic shoes
And I love her so, I'm fool enough
What do you know about love?
I long for you
Another drink, and another fight
See all that anger in her flooded eyes
And I love her so, I'm fool enough
What do you know about love?
I long for you
A smack on her cheek and a kick in my groin
She brusts into laughter, now everything's fine
And I love her so, I'm fool enough
What do you know about love?
I long for you
