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 wont 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 provides 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