Very boring

People in love can be very boring
Over and over with the same stupid stories
People in love are so painfully dumb
I’m afraid that’s exactly the bore I’ve become

People in love always tell such clichés
Enough to fill up five Kate Hudson screenplays:
Her eyes are like stars, her lips are like roses
Pearls for her teeth and piggies for toeses

But I love her smile and I love her laugh too
I shouldn’t go on, but golly I have to
When she wrinkles her nose she becomes kind of elfish
Not to share such a wonder would be selfish

People in love are seldom good company
Being around them isn’t much fun for me
But I’ve become just what I abhor:
I’m a man in love. I’m a bore.

People in love can be very tedious
If they’re so happy why are they the neediest?
People in love are so tiresome
And yet that’s the bore I’ve become.

People in love talk quite stupidly
In baby talk, all Betty Boop-ily
“Papa wants baby, do papa do”
But now I talk just like that too.

People in love are utterly terrible
Watching them smooch is completely unbearable
But I’m in love with a girl so adorable
I have to admit I’ve become quite horrible.

I’ve tried to be detached and clinical
But I’m too happy to be very cynical
Now I’m a Pooh though I was an Eeyore
I’m a man in love. I’m a bore.