Somebody Ought to Write a Book About It

Listen... Somebody ought to write a book about it I can't sleep at night about it Believe there's no doubt about it Somebody ought to write a book about it There been many a story about love That's been told But none know the heartaches That my story holds It's filled with excitement From beginning to the end And every time I think about it I have to say it again Somebody ought to write a book about it I can't sleep at night about it Believe there's no doubt about it Somebody ought to write a book about it If someone could write the feelings Of the heartaches and the pain And the long days and the lonely nights That I spent in vain Of the few happy moments Through my life that she gave And the way that she used to love me Just to make me her slave Somebody ought to write a book about it I can't sleep at night about it Believe there's no doubt about it Somebody ought to write a book about it I think the last chapter in the book Should talk about a man's pride And how when he walks upright He has to run away and hide And the way love can make him feel good Even when walkin' in the rain That's the one day but the next day It can bring so much pain Somebody ought to write a book about it I can't sleep at night about it Believe there's no doubt about it Somebody ought to write a book about it Believe there's no doubt about it Somebody ought to write a book about it Believe there's no doubt about it Somebody ought to write a book about it Believe there's no doubt about it Somebody ought to write a book about it