by Rob Kneisler
Rob describes listening to the Coffeehouse station on satellite radio, and hearing someone sing that "love is like a diamond..." But is it? Really? He set out to write a song about all the things love is like.
Love is like my old first car
It's blue sometimes and sticks in second gear
Love is like a tangerine
It's firm to slightly soft and it's heavy for its size
Love is like a used dishwasher that comes with an apartment
Where they only ask for first month's rent and there's no cleaning fee
Yeah, I know love
I know love
Love is like a John Wayne movie
But not the one you're thinking of
Love is like a baby's smile
– wait, no it's not, I take that back
Love is like a silent chord played on an old piano
By a Latvian trombonist on her quest to make it big
Yeah, I know love
I know love
Love is like a burning oven mitt
A gift from your first cousin
That never even fit
Yes, that's it
Love is like a tennis ball
I'm not sure why, it's just the way it is
Love is like an angry sea in a Bob Ross painting
According to my dad
Love is like an operation suddenly gone bad
Where the patient might not make it
And they're someone who you've hated
So it's kind of complicated and you're not sure what to think
Yeah, I know love
I know love
I know love
I know love
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