Love, what is love?
Fuck, don't ask me, I couldn't tell you.
But what I do know is, I love him.
Just don't ask me to explain it,
Cause I don't really understand it myself.

Love is listening to music you hate,
Spending time with his friends that you can't stand
Love is being willing to go to one of their concerts,
For him.

Love is the bright eyes of that little blond girl over breakfast,
Being asked to bleach his roots, and being willing to do it.

Love is flying halfway across the country for six hours together,
Just so you're not alone.

Love is soft kisses over tattooed flesh,
It's being called your real name.
It's arguing over which member of Nsync to kill first.
It's trashing Kim together.

But most of all?
Love makes a normal man a sap.
Love is knowing that if he could,
He'd be waking up beside you.