Don't scratch your arm - it'll only get worse, And don't even think, Don't open your purse. I can pay for you - That's the least I can do. You can pay me back in kisses, When the month is through, I won't lie to you
There is no end to love like ours There is no end to a love like ours There is no end to love like ours
You've got some kind of dirt on your shoulder, Blood in your eyes, No surprises, So, tell me again, what the future is like: It is me and it's you, a porch and a stool. Let's find out what the state supplies for ageing fools. Would I lie to you?
There is no end to love like ours There is no end to a love like ours There is no end to love like ours