Johnny was a peculiar guy

Brough up on love and the reasons why


but the reasons why ought not to be said


and so I'm left hands held to my head



I love you

I love you


I love you



It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing


It's a beautiful, beautiful thing



Chances, changes are all that you have

As you take the hard stuff and lie on your back


The smoothness, strangeness


Fits like a glove

But the comfort of tease


Still rises above



I love you


I love you

I love you



But is it possible, possible, possible babe?


Is it possible for you and me?



Gold and waves and Betty Blue


Are the images that lead to the clues of why

I can't love you


I can't love you


I can't love you

It isn't possible