No butterflies no butterfingers
No "ah me" that lingers
On and on when you are gone
No last dance from the lake swan
No string quartet playing in my head
No sweet Juliet
No thunder bolt from up above
Just good old plain old concrete love
Good old plain old concrete love
No jelly legs no trembling weak knees
No belly knots in me
I can eat and I can sleep
No twisted tongue that can