Johnny was a peculiar guy
  Brough up on love and the reasons why
  but the reasons why ought not to be said
  and so I'm left hands held to my head
    I love you
  I love you
  I love you
    It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing
  It's a beautiful, beautiful thing
    Chances, changes are all that you have
  As you take the hard stuff and lie on your back
  The smoothness, strangeness
  Fits like a glove
  But the comfort of tease
  Still rises above
    I love you
  I love you
  I love you
    But is it possible, possible, possible babe?
  Is it possible for you and me?
    Gold and waves and Betty Blue
  Are the images that lead to the clues of why
  I can't love you
  I can't love you
  I can't love you
  It isn't possible