Gone with the wild wind Like it was a dream Preserved now for all to see Like nothing you've ever seen Right this way To the Museum of Love Right this way You've got to see 'em It's love love love This is right here where he stood When he wrote those sacred words And he made a holy vow And these are the drawings and his library card And this is the cow See it all In the Hall of Sadness Please don't miss The Exhibit of Madness As legend would have it He had this nasty habit Of a longing that was wronging himself But still he would persist In fact he would insist That there was nothing nobody could do to help He really loved her He really did And his love went 'round and 'round And though he tried to keep it hid He had lost what he had found He had lost what he had found Now all this pain preserved for all to observe But please don't touch It's an inspiration to think or try to believe That someone could love someone that much So now we declare a new holiday for lovers everywhere For each and every one to have their own share He would have liked it that way Right this way To the Museum of Love Right this way You've got to see 'em It's love love loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
