It ain’t ‘in love’ that counts,
If you’re lookin’ to make it last;
Solid love is still around,
Long after ‘in love’ has passed;
‘In love’ is hot and sweaty,
Passionate, steamy and insane,
For lustful youth smelling ’round,
So ignorant and inane;
‘In love’ won’t get you far,
It ain’t much good for mileage,
Might as well feed it to the hogs;
To cows and calves for silage.
Love, however, is that which makes,
The glue that holds us tight,
Well beyond nilly ‘in love’ has,
Taken offense at unknown slight;
Yeah, love will be the tie that binds,
One girl to one ol' fella,
And that old boy bound right back,
For years, and for forever.
Folks tell me now and then,
‘I love her but I ain’t ‘in love’’,
An’ I tell ‘em ‘Listen, boy, it ain’t,
‘In love’ that old folks clove’;
Naw, ‘in love’ is pure insanity,
Jumbled in hot, sticky lust,
But the love that lasts is the patient,
Caring, bind that’s just;
So don’t go bawlin’ for a de-vorce,
When th’ passion’s gone,
Settle in to that caring love,
That won’t leave you old, alone.
