Museum of Love

Gone with the wild wind

Like it was a dream

Preserved now for all to see

Like nothing you've ever seen

Right this way

To the Museum of Love

Right this way

You've got to see 'em

It's love love love

This is right here where he stood

When he wrote those sacred words

And he made a holy vow

And these are the drawings and his library card

And this is the cow

See it all

In the Hall of Sadness

Please don't miss

The Exhibit of Madness

As legend would have it

He had this nasty habit

Of a longing that was wronging himself

But still he would persist

In fact he would insist

That there was nothing nobody could do to help

He really loved her

He really did

And his love went 'round and 'round

And though he tried to keep it hid

He had lost what he had found

He had lost what he had found

Now all this pain preserved for all to observe

But please don't touch

It's an inspiration to think or try to believe

That someone could love someone that much

So now we declare a new holiday for lovers everywhere

For each and every one to have their own share

He would have liked it that way

Right this way

To the Museum of Love

Right this way

You've got to see 'em

It's love love love