Why do you sit there and cry?
Read about love, where I want you
When I touch you there it's supposed to feel nice
Read about love, I read it in a magazine
I've read about love
My big brother told me when I was fourteen
He poured another beer and his face turned red
It had glossy pictures, serious stuff
What makes a woman and what makes a man
I know the ways of a woman
Girls like kissing and romance too
I've read about love
Read about love, now I've got you
Asked my daddy when I was thirteen
Daddy can you tell me what love really means?
So don't tell me I don't understand
Asked my mother, she acted the same
I've read about love
Read about love, in the back of a Hustler, Hustler, Hustler
If something's wrong, then it must be you
She never looked up, she seemed so ashamed
Read about love, Cosmo and Seventeen
His eyes went glassy, not a word was said
I read it seven times, then I knew it well enough
I do everything I'm supposed to do
But a boy's got to know what a man's got to do
And I know why girls cry
I've never been to heaven but at lest
Written by a doctor with a German name
Asked my teacher, he reached for the cane
It's time I showed you what love really means
That's what it said in reader's advice
Songwriter: Richard Thompson
He said, "don't mention that subject again"
I've never been to heaven but at least
He gave me a book, the cover was plain
So I know what makes girls sigh
Read about love, got you on the test bed, test bed, test bed
Publisher: BEESWING MUSIC
So why-don't you moan and sigh