Let my love spill all around you Hide your hair inside your hat I bought you too many dreams for your birthday baby I really can't say it any better than that And you can't expect to get no attention Without causing a capricious stir The world as such is depressing me baby But I like being around you much better than her And we sing of love And we sing of love It's the intergalactic version It's the intergalactic version It's the intergalactic version Of an American love song And we always find it funny To listen to them getting all the words so wrong This is a version so hard to sing It's just more baggage for your heart to bring Dress it up with whistles and bells that ring But it don't make this song any easier to sing We write the same song over and over again We write the same song over and over again We write the same song over and over again We write the same song over and over again