Love pills

If there were any anti-love pills
I swear i would swallow them all
I’m sorry, my darling, i think that you’ll have
To deal with my constant calls

If i could afford medications
To make all my pain go away
I know i would have more interesting things
To do on a saturday

Everybody come with me
Hiding in the bushes so the guards do not see
And everybody come along
Singing very quietly the words of this song