He's a loving kind of boy But when you box off his heart And put him to the test He will snap and You will find him in the bath As he tries to leave all his worries in the water and drown all his woes
She's a loving kind of girl But when you put her to work No fun can she enjoy She's a flower Like a flower in the dark She is wilting, pour on some water and the weekend is bound to arrive
He's a loving kind of guy He's dedicated his mate His choice, he is in love But temptation Always pulls the other way As he waits, his dream fresh inside his head his baby is sleeping below
He's a loving kind of guy He goes to church every day He's trying to forget Every day he Chips away a little rock on his shoulder Love is a sculptor and it makes him a shoulder again