I Know What Love Isn't - Jens Lekman

Hey, Danae, do you still have your Holden?

That old clunker’s golden

How about we take it for a spin up and down Lygon?

Listen to music and look at girls

I want to know if we have the same taste

Do you like blondes or brunettes?

The cocooned or the coquette?

Don’t pull over just yet

Look to the left, there’s a 9.5 down the street

And, to my right, a perfect 10 sitting in the driver’s seat

I don’t know what love is

But I know what it isn’t

I don’t know what love is

But I know what it isn’t

So let’s get married

I’m serious, but only for the citizenship

I’ve always liked the idea of it

A relationship that doesn’t lie about its intentions and shit

How it doesn’t apologize or anthologize

All the rules and ideas we’ve filled our heads with

Hey, do you want to go see a band?

No, I hate bands

It’s always packed with men spooning their girlfriends

Clutching their hands as if they’d let go

They would lift from the ground and ascend

I don’t know what love is

But I know what it isn’t

I don’t know what love is

But I know what it isn’t

I know what love isn’t

I know what love isn’t

I know what love isn’t

I know what love isn’t