True Love

True love, true love, true love, true love

True love, true love is the devil's crowbar

Pulled out, pulled apart, torn apart by finding out

Loneliness is fine, then you find someone who has to stay away

It pulls apart your wishbone but you get to wish

Loneliness is never the same again

It becomes true love, true love, true love, true love

True love, true love is the devil's crowbar

He uses it to pry you out of your car and into the arms of

The devil drives a Buick, he sits inside and eats lunch

Then he sticks his pitchfork through the trunk and into the spare

And he pulls out

True love, true love, true love, true love

True love, true love is the devil's crowbar