You could have the world’s currency in boxes of cash
Slash, dash on this damsel called Nash
Love ain't no arithmetic; love ain't maths
Throw yourself off the pink street wall
Cease to stand tall , for tomorrow you fall
Give your all to this dame because she
crossed.
Get yourself burnt till you are looking
Like half -smoked blunt
You can never please this gorgeous blonde
Love ain't no arithmetic ; love ain't maths
And even you are a Catholic &you never
miss your Mass.
You dress to impress; is it oppress?
And all your buddies fear you ‘ve gone mad
Love ain't arithmetic; love ain't maths
Neither is it a formula you suddenly unmask .
In this school of love you need no degree
To know the degree of this holy creed
Fresh mysteries hanging on apple trees
But a million eyes still cannot see.
Love ain't arithmetic love ain't maths
She could love you unconditionally& the
next fifty years don’t know why.
If you are who you are
Love knows no color, height, skin nor has a
next of kin
Why seek for this missing quiz
She is living with us &aint hard to find.
Love ain't no arithmetic ; love ain't maths.
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