I've met a guy who has never been in love. 26 and to him a butterfly is an insect, no more, no less. I wonder how a lovesong sounds to his ears.

I remember when I found out about chemistry. It was a long, long way from here.

I was 6 and in love with the adopted son of a preacherman. I got my first kiss on a birthday party for kids. What a buzz, the reciprocity of things. Love and sex - probably the cheapest drug around. But the cold turkey ...

O my baby, baby, I want you so it scares me to death. I can't say anymore than 'I love you'. Everything else is a waste of breath.

Right, so it can go pretty wrong in love. The decay of reciprocity. Before you know it you're left with a skeleton and you need to move on.

Don't want your love anymore. Don't want your kisses, that's for sure. I die each time I hear this sound : here he comes, that's Cathy's clown.

To have never been in love. I am puzzled and wonder why I have met this particular specimen.