Don't Call It Love

You say I like your name
Well I like it's not ordinary it's just plain
So soon we met we held we knew we knew the need
don't call it love
oh Claire you think I care
well I'm one of those types that doesn't
oh well I do I do I do
and you're fair and yet pretty
and holding you is so sweet
soft warm live and you smelled so burberry
you sang the saddest bravest song that I would hear it all night long
the moon it's dead but still it shines
I'm not that popular but still you're mine and I'm the only one for you to know
oh Claire
you think I care
well I'm one of those types that doesn't
oh well I do I do I do
and Jane was a cover star of a magazine
and you followed him down to your home town
to hear him sing of blood (sing of blood)
but Claire don't call it love
oh no she don't she don't she don't she turned
her pains who care
oh yes she does she does
oh Claire my long haired lover from Liverpool
don't call it love no she turns
her pains who care
oh yes she does she does