Introdução: The sleepless nights, the daily fights, The quick toboggan when you reach the heights; I miss the kisses and I miss the bites I wish I were in love again. The broken dates, the end - less waits, The lovely loving and the hateful hates, The conversation with the flying plates I wish I were in love again. No more pain, no more strain, Now I'm sane, but I would rather be punch-drunk. The pulled out fur of cat and cur, The fine mis-mating of a him and her; I've learned my lesson but I wish I were in love again The furtive sigh, the blackened eye, the words: "I'll love you 'til the day I die," The selfdeception that believes the lie I wish I were in love again. When love congeals, it soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals, The doublecrossing of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again. No, no more care, no, no despair; Now I'm all there now but I'd rather be punch-drunk. Believe me, sir, I much prefer The clas - sic bat - tle of a him and her; I don't like quiet, and I wish I were In love again, in love again, in love again.