You want to write a song
To win her heart?
Boy, you’ve got it wrong
Right from the start.
What you’re thinking of
Is an uphill climb,
’Cause you can’t squeeze love
Into 4/4 time.
You can’t 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 can’t squeeze love
Into 4/4 time.
Music soothes the beasts,
Or so I’m told.
It’s the language of the priests,
Calling young and old.
Still, you can’t stuff your soul
Into a four-count beat
When your heart is like a hole,
But the pain is sweet.
Sing what’s in your heart
And it comes out flat,
Though it’s tearing you apart.
Been there — done that!
The “Moon and Stars Above”
Might sound sublime,
But you can’t push love
Into 4/4 time.
You can’t 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 can’t push love
Into 4/4 time.
I needed just a second’s 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, Don’t you think
We could shove a little love
Into 4/4 time,
If it’s me you’re thinking of
When the high notes chime?
The rhythm’s hand-in-glove
And the words all rhyme,
So, let’s shove a little love
Into 4/4 time.
We can shove a lot o’ love
Into 4/4 time,
If it’s me you’re thinking of
When the high notes chime.
The rhythm’s hand-in-glove
And the words all rhyme,
So, let’s shove a little love
Into 4/4 time.