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There is many a story
about love has been told
But none hold the heartaches
that my story holds
It's filled with excitement,
from beginning to end.
Every time I think about it,
I've got to say it again.
Somebody ought to write about it.
Can't sleep at night without it.
For me, there's no doubt about it
There's somebody out
to write about it
Someone to write a feeling
Of the hard days and the pain
And the long days and lonely nights
that I spend in vain
Of the few happy moments
through my life that she give
The way that she loved me
to make me her slave
Somebody ought to write about it
Oh, well, I can't sleep
at night without it
For me, there's no doubt about it
Can't sleep at night without
it
I think the last chapter in the book
is about man and his pride
And how, he's lost it,
he's got to run away and hide.
The way love makes you feel good
through my laugh and envy.
Oh, it's all worth it.
I've got to say it again.
Somebody ought to write about it,
can't sleep at night without it,
for me there's no doubt
I can't it, oh yeah
I sleep at night without it, oh yeah
For me there's no doubt about it,
there's no doubt
I can't sleep at night without it,
oh yeah
can't sleep at night without it
I can't sleep at night without it