Love Cliché

There's no shame
In that old love cliché
Like those sayings
That my mama used to say
Do di-ah, di-ah, di-ah, di-ah

Baby I miss you
I wanna go play
I wanna go with you
Fly me away

Candlelit dinners
Kisses in the rain
Summers in Paris
All sounded the same

How did this happen
I was so cool
So liberated
Now I'm a fool

There's no shame
In that old love cliché
Like those sayings
That my mama use to say
Do di-ah, di-ah, di-ah, di-ah

Will leave all our baggage behind
Take my hand
Don't leave no road maps
We don't need no plans

Tiffany diamonds
Walks by the sea
Flowers and chocolates
Did nothing for me

Something has happened
I once was cool
So liberated
But now I'm a fool

There's no shame
In that old love cliché
Like those sayings
That my mama used to say

There's no shame
In that old love cliché
Do di-ah, di-ah, di-ah, di-ah
Di-ah, di-ah