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When love goes out the window
 

When love goes out the window,

There's a tendency to sing,

It's not because of happiness,

More a defensive kind of thing.

 

It's a kind of independence,

That fills a troubled gap,

There'll also be some whistling,

And humming you can bet.

 

The air is terse and even worse,

He's on a talking ban,

While she gets to do the ironing,

An' feel the best she can.

 

When love goes out the window,

There's a contest in the air,

Silence and some laughing,

Say's, 'I'm happy, I don't care.'

 

But underneath they're really not,

There's a sadness to all this,

Get off your butt you silly man,

An' give the girl a kiss.
 

© Joseph G Dawson