Tony Peek - The Epitome of Love

The epitome of love is a stranger in a hat
It's a man with a needle
It's a singer with a bat
Or something like that
Or something like that
And roses

The epitome of love is
A tear jerk and a shoulder
It's a television secret
It's a woman growing older
It's a rolling boulder
it's a rolling boulder
And roses

The epitome of love is a fix up and a candle
It's a waving hated lover
It's a door without a handle
It's a bored dumb vandal
It's a bored dumb vandal
And roses

The epitome of love is a howl and a stagger
It's a falling roller coaster
It's another carpet bagger
It's a dead man and a dagger
It's a dead man and dagger
And roses

The epitome of love is a lover and a label
It's a man in chains
It's a woman who is able
It's an undone cable
It's an undone cable
And roses

The epitome of love is a pistol at the back
It's a second before dying
It's a whip about to crack
It's a head inside a sack
It's a head inside a sack
And roses

Oh can't you feel in me
I've been waiting so patiently
Waiting so patiently
For you to come home
For you to come home

The epitome of love
Is a woman and a call
It's a pillar and a ditch
It's a ghost inside a wall
It's a babe about to fall|
It's a babe about to fall
And roses

The epitome of love is a bonny on a beach
It's a woman and a whistle
It's a sailor and a leech
It's nothing you can teach
It's nothing you can teach
And roses

The epitome of love is a dagger at the heart
It's a mix up and a fuck up
It's a divorce about to start
It's two people grown apart
Two people grown apart
And roses

The epitome of love is a short sharp shock
It's a woman and a weapon
It's a door without a lock
It's a broken bleeding rock
A broken bleeding rock
And roses

The epitome of love is children in tears
It's a man and woman screaming
It's a bedroom full of fears
It's the circle of the years
It's the circle of the years
And roses

The epitome of love is a button on the floor
It's a stain inside a kitchen
It's a knocking at the door
It's the paying of a whore
It's the paying of a whore
And roses

The epitome of love is a fire in the face
It's the falling of souls
It's a shredded veil of lace
It's a one legged race
It's a one legged race
And roses

Written by:
Tony Peek

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