Good times and bad times,
Now you sleep on the sofa,
Time was I'd reach for your hand,
and you'd always be there
and field all our friends' funny books
and I'll take the bed or a chair
When I still wore your clothes
and we'd just stay in bed
On Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays
I'd skip work for you instead
Oh, love is a rock, not a straitjacket
Oh, love is a rock, not a straitjacket
All jazz hands and kisses
When you say you're too tired,
But I try to see you again,
to see you like the first time
Before we had bills, before we had stuff
Before we bought suitable wine
for our meals and board records instead
Oh, love is a rock, not a straightjacket
Yeah, love is an unmade bed
I'll see you again in a year, maybe two,
And just for a moment I'll choke
Just for a second I'll question it
All nostalgic and trying to hide it
Then I'll snuff out that thought
In this manner, the issue decided you