Everyday I Write The Book - Blossoms

Don’t tell me you don’t know what love is When you’re old enough to know better

When you find strange hands in your sweater

When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote

I’m a man with a mission in two or three editions

And I’m giving you a longing look

Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter one, we didn’t really get along

Chapter two, I think I fell in love with you

You said you’d stand by me in the middle of chapter three

But you were up to your old tricks in chapters four, five and six

And I’m giving you a longing look

Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

The way you walk

The way you talk and try to kiss me and laugh

In four or five paragraphs

All your compliments and your cutting remarks

Are captured here in my quotation marks

And I’m giving you a longing look

Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Everyday I write the book

Don’t tell me you don’t know the difference

Between a lover and a fighter

With my pen and my electric typewriter

Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal

I’d still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

And I’m giving you a longing look

Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday

Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday