It was a pretty good joke
I never lost hope
I was so happy I just couldn't cope
The weather was fine
We had a good time
I was impressed by your cruel designs
There's something about sorrow
You can save it up till tomorrow
And love can be begged or borrowed
There's something about happiness
You can just take the best and leave the rest
And I only get depressed because
I don't know what the question is if
Love is the answer
And I didn't know that fate plays the fiddle
And love is a dancer
Well it was after the show
I was ready to go
By the time we got out
Everything was closed
There was nowhere to go
So I went home
And telephoned the talkback radio
And I said
"There's one thing about the government
They're never gonna help me pay the rent
And I'd like to spend that tax money
On something decent"
There's something about sorrow
You can save it up till tomorrow
And love can be begged or borrowed
But I don't know what the question is if
Love is the answer
I'd like to know if love's is a disease
Cause if so it's like cancer
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