You've got lips, dear    You've got teeth    You've got a smile but there's something underneath    I'd like to pry it open but you turn the other cheek       You've got shoulders    You've got knees    There's something between the two that your cat never sees    I'd like to take a look myself but I'm not a Siamese       You're the one I hate to love    Why I still do it I don't know    If you're not above then I'm below       You're my chicken    You're my soup    I thought that I'd drink you but I see you flew the coop    You threw my love away and then you threw me for a loop       You're my salmon    You're my fish    You broke my wishbone so I'll make another wish    I'll smother you in hollandaise and serve you on a dish    With new potatoes on the side    A chilled carafe of fine white wine    And just a touch of cynaide    You're going to be delish       You're the one I hate to love    I should have stopped a long time ago    If you're not a dove then I'm a crow