You Ought To Know Love

You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.

You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
That makes toes curl on feet.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
To know the thread counts on your sheets.
Ignore knocking on your walls.
Or the knock on your door,
By the police.

You gotta know love,
When the neighbors call.
When the ceiling peels.
And the nightstand falls.

You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
To know the thread counts on your sheets.
Ignore the knocking on your walls.
Or the knock on your door,
By the police.

You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
That makes toes curl on feet.
When the neighbors call.
When the ceiling peels.
And the nightstand falls.

You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
You ought to know love.
You gotta know love.
To make it so fantastic.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

You gotta know how to make love so that you write less about love.