And Life is a carnival.
No.
Love means never having to say your sorry.
And life is like a beanstalk, isn’t it?
No.
Life is a highway.
And love means nothing.
Some think Love is a gas
Then they find it’s just a pain in the ass
Well then, it is a good thing that I am a rock. I am an island.
Life is a rock, and the radio rolls me. Vienna also rolls. While London swings.
…sheesh, there sure is a lot of fraternizing with the enemy.
As for me, it’s life’s and love’s illusions I recall. I really don’t know either of them. At all.
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me.
Love is a rose, but you better not pick it.
Did she make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your llusions of love?
Both of us know it.
Actually, Love is a rose.
And Life’s been good to me so far.
You are doing it wrong.
I would do anything for love
I’d run right into hell and back.
and that’s the way uh huh uh huh I like it!
Nah. Life’s a piece of shit, when you look at it.
I’ve been through diamonds
I’ve been through minks
I’ve been through it all
Love stinks
If anything, love is like oxygen.
On the other hand, love bites. In the dead of night.
Love Is Here and Now You’re Gone.
What’s love, but a second hand emotion?
Someone had to.
Love is blind.
God is love.
Therefore: Stevie Wonder is God!
QED