So if I talk too much, my darling,
And repeat things endlessly
And can't abide
To leave your side
Even when I have to pee,
It's simply because
I'm just not used to love like yours.

If I feel nervous and neglected
When you read a magazine,
If I stay mum
When you say "plum"
Pointing to a nectarine,
It's simply because
I'm just not used to love like yours.

If I laugh too hard at the punch line,
And my laughter's beginning to pall,
Especially when the punch line
Wasn't the punch line at all.

If I awake when it's day
And never bring myself to say,
"My darling's a darling who snores",
It's simply because
I'm just not used to love like yours.