Silly Thing To Love

She fits me like a tailored suit; She wears me like a pair of shoes

But don't call it love, I'll never let her in my heart.

She warms me like an overcoat; she saves me like an old lifeboat

But don't call it love, I'll never hold her in my arms

All the others treat me bad, all the others made me sad in love

All the women of my dreams turned out to be silly things to love

She leaves me with a lonesome pain; she comes back and I'm fine again

But don't call it love, I wont be in that anymore

I'd follow her to hell and back, I'd sign her like a legal contract

But don't call it love, don't talk about that anymore