Every round she sings
Waiting inside for more
Every rising sun
Has a right to go down
Holding on
Every honey bee
Gets some peace of mind
Every lovely guest
Gets a glass of fine wine
So make some little babies
Holding on
Love, love
Love love love love love
I do love
Love, love
I fucking love you, I fucking love you
I won't forewarn anyone
A few more til the world is ready
It won't be sick anymore
As long as that's what keeps you happy
Holding on
Love, love
Love love love love love
I do love
Love, love
I fucking love you, i fucking love you