If I sent you postcards and a letter too
Would you call me sweetheart
And pay the postage due?

We'll leave our laundry in the lane
And the neighbors will complain
But my love will always peekaboo
We'll have our supper in the rain
If the moon doesn't turn blue
My heart will have to do
If the moon doesn't turn blue
A bruise will always hurt
And I will always be in love with you.

This is the summer of champagne
And my heart shall feel no shame
As we frolic forever in the zoo
There'll be no lions left to tame
If the moon doesn't turn blue
We'll board the ark by twos
If the moon doesn't turn blue
The truth will always lurk
And I will always be in love with you

In love with you
In love with you
A bruise will always hurt
And I will always be in love with you.

Copyright © 1986 Turtle Noises Music