Read About Love

Asked my daddy when I was thirteen

Daddy can you tell me what love really means?

His eyes went glassy, not a word was said

He poured another beer and his face turned red


Asked my mother, she acted the same

She never looked up, she seemed so ashamed

Asked my teacher, he reached for the cane

He said, don't mention that subject again


So I read about love-read it in a magazine

Read about love-Cosmo and Seventeen

Read about love-In the back of a Hustler, Hustler, Hustler


So I-know what makes girls sigh

And I-know why girls cry


So don't tell me I don't understand

What makes a woman and what makes a man

I've never been to heaven but at lest

I've read about love


My big brother told me when I was fourteen

it's time I showed you what love really means

Girls like kissing and romance too

But a boy's got to know what a man's got to do


He gave me a book, the cover was plain

Written by a doctor with a German name

It had glossy pictures, serious stuff

I readd it seven times, then I knew it well enough


Read about love-now I've got you

Read about love-where I want you

Read about love-got you on the test-bed, test-bed, test-bed


So why-don't you moan and sigh

Why-do you sit there and cry?

I do everything I'm supposed to do

If something's wrong, then it must be you

I know the ways of a woman

I've read about love


When I touch you there it's supposed to feel nice

That's what it said in reader's advice

I've never been to heaven but at least

I've read about love