Unkle Bob - Birds and the Bees

I drive on the streets cos I’m so incomplete,
And she’s always on my mind.
Or is it a ‘she’ that you just want to be with,
cos I’m on the line alright.

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

And my mother told me ‘son, you’re just like your dad’,
Some little piece of Love that they had,
That they had
That they had
That they had
That they had

Loving me, loving you
Loving me, loving you
Loving me, loving you
Loving me, loving you