I love you - Tanita TikaramJohnny was a peculiar guyBrough up on love and the reasons whybut the reasons why ought not to be saidand so I'm left hands held to my headI love youI love youI love youIt's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thingIt's a beautiful, beautiful thingChances, changes are all that you haveAs you take the hard stuff and lie on your backThe smoothness, strangenessFits like a gloveBut the comfort of teaseStill rises aboveI love youI love youI love youBut is it possible, possible, possible babe?Is it possible for you and me?Gold and waves and Betty BlueAre the images that lead to the clues of whyI can't love youI can't love youI can't love youIt isn't possible