No, I don’t think anyone can help me,
Not even Lennon or MaCartney,
To write about this thing called Love.

I’m so bad I think Cupid would sue,
Believe me, I haven’t got a clue,
About this thing called Love.

A loveless life sure makes me sad,
Maybe it’s Santa’s curse, but I haven’t been bad,
Oh! Gift me this thing called Love.

I think the world would be a better place,
For starters, there’d be a smile on my face,
If there’d be more of this thing called Love.

But till then the hopelessness remains,
My heart still lies tied up in chains,
Looking for this thing called Love.