Ella Fitzgerald

The sleepless nights, the daily fights,
The quick toboggan when you reach the heights,
I miss the kisses, and I miss the bites,
I wish I were in love again.
The broken dates, the endless waits,
The lovely loving, and the hateful hates,
The conversations with the flying plates,
I wish I were in love again.
No more pain, no more strain,
Now I'm sane, but I would rather be punch-drunk.
The pulled out fur of cat and cur,
The fine mismating of a him and her,
I've learned my lesson, but I wish I were
In love again.
The furtive sigh, the blackened eye,
The words: "I love you, 'til the day I die”,
The self deception that believes the lie,
I wish I were in love again.
When love congeals it soon reveals,
The faint aroma of performing seals,
The double-crossing of a pair of heels,
I wish I were in love again.
No, no more care, no, no despair,
Now I'm all there (now), but I'd rather be punch-drunk.
Believe me sir, I much prefer,
The classic battle of a him and her,
I don't like quiet, and I wish I were,
In love again, in love again, in love again