Remember back in school we
Learned the golden rule
Do unto others as you'd have done to you
You're supposed to love me as
Much as I love you

It's a shame that isn't the way it is

Lovers in a movie on that great big screen
He treats her like she's a queen
She treats him like a king
Wouldn't that be nice if life
Is lived that way


I'd like to start each morning
With good morning dear
And end each night with the goodnight kiss
But all I have is your
Memory with me laying here

A love song tells a story of
A good love going bad
Then paints a pretty pictures of
That same love coming back
I wish that I could sing it
I wish that I could paint it