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Love in 4/4 Time

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.