We hang upon the melody for its gentle fall and rise,

So, the entry of the violins should come as no surprise.

The affirmations of undying love, run rife,

Life without you, darling, would be such a chore!

But I am questioning the morality of love songs.

I’m, frankly, dubious about their integrity

I’ve been duped by their delusional qualities

Oh, so many times before

And I don’t need soppy love songs anymore!

 

Help me, Rhonda, help me, help me,

Help me rid those love songs from my mind!

It’s all ‘head in the clouds’ and optimistic!

I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky!

I should be more realistic! 

Real life, real people, real problems,

Don’t feature in the lexicography.

In lyrics banal, inane, and poor,

A con trick played on susceptible minds!

Don’t play me soppy love songs anymore!

 

Songs sweep you up in a tide of emotion,

They attempt to befuddle your brain,

With a sweet and sticky loving potion,

But what is it that you actually feel?

Is it just rhetoric or something more real?

 

Wouldn’t it be nice to say goodnight

And stay together?

Well, as it turned out, in hindsight,

Indubitably, no, it wasn’t, it wasn't nice at all!

So, don’t build me up buttercup,

Don’t play me soppy love songs anymore!