| Dear cousin, I got your letter
|
| It was more than I thought I deserved
|
| Well, she sounds perfect, all I dream of
|
| And I dream about so much it is absurd
|
| But when I get there and she sees me
|
| I’ll be impressed if she does not run screaming
|
| My kind of love is an ugly love
|
| But it’s real and it lasts a long, long time
|
| I had a thought while I was sleeping
|
| And I dreamed about a place for us to rest
|
| Eternity under the old oak tree
|
| But I go too far, I guess
|
| Maybe I’ll think about tomorrow
|
| And maybe I can get her to stay that long
|
| 'Cause my kind of love is an ugly love
|
| But it’s real and it lasts a long, long time
|
| And if she finds me so repulsive
|
| She wouldn’t be the first to retch
|
| Well, I decided one day long ago
|
| I was never gonna be the greatest catch
|
| And if she cares about the car I drive
|
| Then she can get in hers the moment I arrive
|
| 'Cause my kind of love is an ugly love
|
| But it’s real and it lasts a long, long time
|
| My kind of love is an ugly love
|
| But it’s real and it lasts a long, long time |