Just To Prove That This Is Love

Well I'd cross over the Sahara
And over the plains
Cross the Pennsylvania Turnpike
In the pouring down rain
With my windshield wiper
Windshield wiper dangling off
Then I'd take my last quarter
Stick it in this machine
Spending it all on a pink plastic ring
Just to see you laughing
See you laughing 'til you drop

You know I'd march through hell in a scarf
Just to prove that this is Love, Love
I'm talking 'bout Love
Just to prove that this is Love
Just to prove that this is Love

Well a militia of models could declare marshal law
Taking the town wearing camouflage bras
But I wouldn't fall in line
I wouldn't fall in line with the weak
Well they could make me ambassador
Make me their king
Make me lay around all day
And at night use me for one thing
Procreation, procreation
And as much as that'd be sweet
No

You know I'd march through hell in a scarf
Just to prove that this is Love, Love, Love
Just to prove that this is Love
This is Love
This is Love
Just to prove that this is Love
Just to prove that this is Love
Just to prove that this is Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love

Cause you know I'd march, I'd march through hell
Wearing a polyester scarf
Just to prove that this is Love, Love
I'm talkin' 'bout Love
Just to prove that this is Love
This is Love
This is Love
This is Love
I'm talkin' 'bout Love
I'm talkin' 'bout Love
Just talkin' 'bout Love
Love, Love, Love
Just to prove that this is Love
Just to prove that this is Love
Just to prove that this is Love