The sleepless nights — the daily fights
The quick toboggan — when you reach the heights
I miss the kisses — and I miss the bites
I wish I were in love again
The broken dates — the endless waits
The lovely loving — and the hateful hates
The conversation — with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again
No more pain — no more strain
Now I’m sane — but I would rather be punch — drunk
The pulled out fur — of cat and cur
The fine mismating — of a him and her
I’ve learned my lesson — but I wish I were
In love again
The furtive sigh — the blackened eye
The words: «I love you — ’til the day I die»
The self deception — that believes the lie
I wish I were in love again
When love congeals — it soon reveals
The faint aroma — of performing seals
The double-crossing — of a pair of heels
I wish I were in love again
No, no more care — no, no despair
Now I’m all there (now) — but I’d rather be punchdrunk
Believe me sir — I much prefer
The classic battle — of a him and her
I don’t like quiet — and I wish I were
In love again — in love again — in love again