Irreverence

[Verse 1]
These chords make her so happy
Especially when he plays them that way
What she says makes him so happy
Complimenting him all day

[Chorus 1]
Well I don't love you
But I love your songs
And I don't love you
But your words make me feel like I belong

[Verse 2]
She begs him to keep playing these chords
Even though he and they may get a little tired
And he implores her to keep saying that stuff
Because her hollow words are keeping him inspired

[Chorus 2]
Well I don't love you
But your song's keeping me amused
And I don't love you
But you'll do as an adequate muse

[Verse 3]
Well I love the opticians
Because it's not your fault if your eyes are bad
And they can't make you feel guilty
And they hardly gonna blame your mum and dad
The doctors and the dentist can see how much you indulge
By learning what condition you're in
They can tell what you never divulge

And it's up to you, to look after yourself
Which is so boring, ring, ring,
Bring me down!

[Chorus 1:]
Well I don't love you
But I love your songs
And I don't love you
But your words make me feel like I belong