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By acquaintance of Penelope Tree I met a man who was good to me I'm not talking about photography I'm talking about love We booked a honeymoon up on Mars We lay around for hours and hours Talking about philosophy Talking about love Everything, it must be true Whatever happens, comes back to you Yeah, yeah We're so glad that we don't know anything about love We're so glad that we don't know everything about love I've got a humorous erotic watch The best thing that I ever bought I've got a motorway in my head I've got a double sized cigarette And when the temperature drops below I know why I need love And there's a cold Siberian wind Blowing across our town Oh the answer's where I've been I have found... Yeah yeah We're so glad that we don't know anything about love We're so glad that we don't know everything about love Now it's 1994 I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor My prayer mat is full of holes Patch it with love Patch it with love And everything comes back to you Whatever happens, it must be true Yeah, yeah We're so glad that we don't know anything about love We're so glad that we don't know everything about love Like I said We don't know anything about it We're so glad that we don't know anything about it We're so glad that we don't know anything about We're so glad that we don't know anything We're so glad that we don't know any We're so glad that we don't know We're so glad that we don't We're so glad that we We're so glad that We're so glad We're so We're So glad that we don't know anything about love We're so glad that we don't know anything about love