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Love in 4/4 Time

You want to write a song To win her heart? Boy, youíve got it wrong Right from the start. What youíre thinking of Is an uphill climb, íCause you canít squeeze love Into 4/4 time.
You canít squeeze love Into 4/4 time. You can call her Turtle-Dove When the high notes chime, Get the rhythm hand-in-glove And make the words all rhyme, But you canít squeeze love Into 4/4 time.
Music soothes the beasts, Or so Iím told. Itís the language of the priests, Calling young and old. Still, you canít stuff your soul Into a four-count beat When your heart is like a hole, But the pain is sweet.
Sing whatís in your heart And it comes out flat, Though itís tearing you apart. Been there ó done that! The ďMoon and Stars AboveĒ Might sound sublime, But you canít push love Into 4/4 time.
You canít push love Into 4/4 time. You can call her Turtle-Dove When the high notes chime, Get the rhythm hand-in-glove And make the words all rhyme, But you canít push love Into 4/4 time.
I needed just a secondís glance To spot her in the crowd. She came when I first sang out loud, There to watch me take my chance. Pawn shop guitars in storefront bars Went jangling through my head. A kid misread, with words unsaid, Wasting wishes on the stars. Each song I sang, I sang for her, Like all those years ago. And now as then, she could not know Just how real those love songs were.
I was going to close And head for home alone When my secret love arose And grabbed the microphone. She signalled to the band And gave her friends a wink, Then she took me by the hand Singing, Donít you think
We could shove a little love Into 4/4 time, If itís me youíre thinking of When the high notes chime? The rhythmís hand-in-glove And the words all rhyme, So, letís shove a little love Into 4/4 time.
We can shove a lot oí love Into 4/4 time, If itís me youíre thinking of When the high notes chime. The rhythmís hand-in-glove And the words all rhyme, So, letís shove a little love Into 4/4 time.