The True Love

you say you love me, but I can't love you back, for I don't believe in loves existence
you say its everywhere, its in the air, but that hippy airy fairy bullshit meets with my resistance
you see in the air is carbon, oxygen and possibly Phil Collins
but you look at me and say don't you love me, and it gets this puppy rolling!
you see love is just a chemical connection in the brain, a sort of creation of adulation we fantasize about in our own homes
a sort of magical affection sustained by symbiotic function in conjunction with secreted pheromones
so baby i don't love you, buy i'm chemically attracted to your body, and your body says to me
we should procreate, you're a healthy female, and we should plant a family tree

and i love your breasts, they're beautiful globes of heaven in my hands
when you undress i feel an erection, is it affection, is it because I'm just a man
or is the fact that i'm staring at your mammary's subliminally pondering how much milk the can feed my off spring
see, i love you but its nothing to do with magical heart dust, or some pagan sounding mutual heart offering

and if you say i love you, you know one thing is true
i'll rant a bit, but won't adore you less, because i'm physically attracted to you
see, we have a chemical bond, and that's enough to see us through
because i don't believe in love, i believe in attraction, but most of all i believe in you

so lets go and attempt to procreate, so we can continue the human race
for i have just one chemical bond, and i'm bonded to your face
so come with me and take my hand
and hush my lips so my rant will end
and take me away, my princess
well prime minister, because princesses have no power in democratic society...