I'll Call That True Love




Every Mornin' wontcha wake up early, 
cook me a great T-bone steak .
Serve it to me in bed ,Go down the street and hustle,
Bring me back all the money you make.
You gotta rub my body with sweet scented oil,
Cool me with a 'lectric fan,
Run to the church - Fall down on your knees ,
Say "Lord I wanna thank you for that man"

And I'll call that true love, 
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
But, baby, that's the kind of love I need.

I wanna come home every evenin' to a great big meal
Of wine and roasted pheasant.
Say to me, "Ray ,
Hey this is Suzy - this is Kay
I brought 'em both home to you for a present"
Cops bust in and find my stash, 
You gotta tell 'em it belongs to you,
And when you're sittin' in slam,
Tell all the other chickies 
When they get out, 
They should look me up too.

And I'll call that true love, 
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
but, baby, that's the kind of love I need.

Some guy accuses me of foolin' with his wife
And threatens to tear me apart
Points a gun at me , I want you to jump in the middle
And take the bullet in your own heart,
And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin', 
I want you to look up at me and say
"Hey Ray -  I'm sorry I messed up the rug, 
Just roll my body out of the way"

And I'll call that true love, 
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
But, baby, that's the kind of love I need.

Hollywood calls you on the telephone
I want you to turn down the part.
And when we're ballin', baby, 
Ride my top so I never strain my heart.

And I'll call that true love, 
True and sweet.
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin',
But, baby, that's the kind of love I need.

Words & Music by Shel Silverstein
Copyright © 1972 / Evil-Eye Music Inc , N.Y