True love, true love, true love True love is the devil's crowbar Pulled out, pulled apart, torn apart By finding out that loneliness Then you find someone who has to stay away And it pulls apart your wishbone But you get to wish Lonliness is never the same again It becomes true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar He uses it to pry you out of your car And into the arms of... The devil drives a Buick And he sits inside and eats lunch And sticks his pitchfork through the trunk And into her hair And he pulls out true love True love... Is the devil's crowbar