I Know What Love Isn't

Hey, Danae, do you still have your Holden?
That old clunker’s golden
How about we take it for a spin up and down Lygon?
Listen to music and look at girls
I want to know if we have the same taste
Do you like blondes or brunettes?
The cocooned or the coquette?
Don’t pull over just yet
Look to the left, there’s a 9.5 down the street
And, to my right, a perfect 10 sitting in the driver’s seat
I don’t know what love is
But I know what it isn’t
I don’t know what love is
But I know what it isn’t
So let’s get married
I’m serious, but only for the citizenship
I’ve always liked the idea of it
A relationship that doesn’t lie about its intentions and shit
How it doesn’t apologize or anthologize
All the rules and ideas we’ve filled our heads with
Hey, do you want to go see a band?
No, I hate bands
It’s always packed with men spooning their girlfriends
Clutching their hands as if they’d let go
They would lift from the ground and ascend
I don’t know what love is
But I know what it isn’t
I don’t know what love is
But I know what it isn’t
I know what love isn’t
I know what love isn’t
I know what love isn’t
I know what love isn’t