| Lyrics: | Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start
with
Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game
Schubert broke my brain to start
with
Hoped to look at you in a cab
Back of your head across my lap
Oh what grace, green
back seat against the red of your face
Hoped to look at you in any old grand hotel
Drunken
demands gave way to reservations
Oh what a room, champagne brings such happy faces, happy
faces
'Cause every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to
start with
Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game
Schubert broke my brain to
start with |
