Birds And The Bees

Some little piece of love

That they have

That they have

That they have

That they have

I drive on the street 'cause I'm so incomplete

And she's always on my mind

Or is it a she that you just want to be with?

'Cause I'm on the line all right

Love hurts, my friend

Love hurts in the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

Oh let me tell you about the birds and the bees

The nice and the sleazy

I don't even know her name

Or do you belong in a four minute love song

That nobody can explain?

Love hurts, my friend

Love hurts in the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

My mother told me 'Son, you're just like your dad'

Some little piece of love

That they have

That they have

That they have

That they have

That they have

Loving me, loving you

No no

Loving me, loving you

Yeah

Loving me, loving you

No no

Loving me, loving you

No no