Like a thief, you stole my heart
You told me that we’d never part
But you lied, led me astray
But I still want you to stay

Twenty-four hours don’t make a day
There’re no stars in the Milky Way
There’s no right; there’s no wrong
And this is not a love song.

You make me weak, I must confess.
You’re the key to my happiness.
But you belong to someone else.
So I must keep my love to myself.

Seven days don’t make a week
And Aristotle, he wasn’t Greek.
Adios don’t mean so long
And this is not a love song.

Babies don’t cry.
Flowers don’t die.
Robins can’t fly.
And I can’t lie.

This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song

You thrill me, girl. You light my fire.
You fill me up with strong desire.
But you and I can never be.
And this is why, I’m sure you’ll agree

Red apples don’t grow on trees
And golden honey’s not made by bees
Samson and Hercules weren’t strong
And this is not a love song

You’re a treasure, one of a kind.
You give me pleasure, blow my mind.
But you just leave me hanging on
And I know, soon you’ll be gone.

Twenty-four hours don’t make a day.
There’re no stars in the Milky Way
There’s no right; there’s no wrong
And this is not a love song.

This is not a love song.
This is not a love song.
This is not a love song.