DEBRA GUSSIN

DEBRA GUSSIN

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Pop - General | Los Angeles, California, United States
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Little boy, full of joy,
his heart pitter-pats everyday when the sun comes.

God knows where he goes,
he's free as the wind as he plays on the drum-drums.

Blue skies in his eyes,
he sees everyone with grace and gladness.

Too bad, very sad,
he loses his way in a world of madness.

In a flash, he's a young man of twenty,
searching for something and coming up empty.

Sondra! He remembers Rhonda!
He remembers Liz and Yolanda!

He remembers enough, but he forgets that...

Love is not pleasure and desire.
It does not burn out with the fire.
Love is not luscious legs and long hair.
It does not need someone to be there.

All those years, well, I was crazy,
I never got what love is not!

Big man, got a plan,
gonna sweep over land like a storm outta hand, and

hot stuff, huff-n-puff,
gonna blow them away with a "hip-hip hooray," and

show time, bump and grind...
he grabs his share as the game goes by him.

Too bad, very sad,
there's nothing there that will satisfy him.

He don't know, but the things that he's after,
can't hold a candle to candor and laughter.

High heels! He remembers fine wheels!

He remembers pay day in L.A.!

He remembers enough, but he forgets that...

Love is not pleasure and desire.
It does not burn out with the fire.
Love is not living in the fast lane.
It does not find you when you reach fame.

Wise man understands
the love that he wants can't come from the outside.

Too bad, very sad,
he's left with a hollow shell on the inside.

Oh well, never dwell.
He's already walked this road before so,

break free, let it be,
and he'll find peace of mind even more so.

There's a life he can make, if he lives it,
with all the love he can take, if he gives it.

Slow down. He remembers show town.

He remembers blue skies and drum drums.

He remembers it all, and fin'lly gets that...

Love is not pleasure and desire.
Might be hot, but won't burn out with the fire.
Love is not waiting for a reason.
It does not worry 'bout the season.

All these years, well, I'm still crazy.

I only got what love is not. Ho ho ho!

Do you know what love is? (I don't know what it is now.)
Who can say what love is? (Don't ask me, I forgot how.)
I don't know what love is. (I can't say what it is,)
But I can say what love is not!

Love is not, it's not dancing in the moonlight.
It does not try to hold you too tight.

Love is not, it's not passion on the third date.
It does not, does not mean you found your soul mate.

Love is not, it's not chocolate and flowers.
It does not charge you by the hour.

Love is not, it's not out to have a good time.
It does not...hey, but having one is no crime!

Love is not showing on the wide screen.
It does not need to cause a big scene.

Love is not, it's not any kind of problem.
It does not, does not have the mind to have them...

©House Of The Frog Prince Music (BMI) & High Flying Hench Music (ASCAP)

Song Length
4:48
Genres
Pop - Rock, Pop - General
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal


Lyric Credits Don Grady & Debra Gussin
Music Credits Don Grady
Producer Credits Don Grady
Publisher Credits ©House of the Frog Prince Music (BMI) & High Flying Hench Music (ASCAP)
Performance Credits Don Grady
Label Credits JazRokPop Records