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When I hear the screeching weather vane |
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in the wild wind and the hissing rain |
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I know that one of us, I'm not saying who, |
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has got rocks in her head |
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as the rain comes through the open window |
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But you don't think so |
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I sure do love you |
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I sure do love you |
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When I notice that the radio is broken |
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I see you standing there in the doorway soaking |
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The water drizzles off of you down to the floor |
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and I say that I don't want to live in New England anymore |
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Some flower petals stick to your skin |
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I grab hold of your hip, and I pull you in |
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When the building establishes control |
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When the thunder from the north begins to roll down our way |
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I know I've been right all along |
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and you start singing that stupid children's song |
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You think I don't know it |
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but I just don't feel like singing it |
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I sure do love you |
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I sure do love you |
