I'm not gonna patronise ya
But trying to write down why I like ya
It doesn't make it any better
To just steal kind words off Phil Spector

And I know all these tired cliches
But I don't know which cliche to say
cause cliches don't have any impact
So I guess I will be matter-of-fact

Cos...It's so good to know ya
That I just don't know how to show ya

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I'm so sorry that I'm losing
When other boys would leave you swooning
When finally get my words together
I choke and they are gone forever

But words are words and they mean nothing
Surely I love you counts for something!
So let's be hasty, and let's be reckless
Just being with you leaves me breathless

Cos...It's so good to know ya
that I just don't know how to show ya

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

It's so good to know ya
that I just don't know how to show ya

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you, you know that
Don't you?
I love you...