my love is tornado filled with roofing tacks/i love my love with a
love that loves/i love inside her love until i love over and over
again/sometimes we have to discard the bedsheets from all the love
spilled/when i love late she loves me out the door for a while/she
complains that i love too much on the sofa/and i love all about the
house/i love her hair, her tummy, her fingers and toes/loving lovely
loves for my loving-eyed love-love/but as for me, i just want
something to love in....