My love is a telephone
Your love is an answering machine
Try to get a dial tone
Your call cannot be completed as dialed

My love is a leaf of spinach
Your spinach is a pot of tea
I can't find the coffee grinder
Could I just have a glass of milk?

Let me count the ways that I loved you
Let me count the ways that you hurt me
Let me count the times I still think of you
I count eighteen thousand forty three
One for every minute since you left me

Your love is a broken record
My love is a broken CD
It's part of a new boxed set
It's been digitally remastered

My love is a tube of toothpaste
Your toothpaste is a great-tasting gel
You should really floss more often
Squeeze tube from bottom and flatten as you go up

Let me count the ways that I loved you
Let me count the ways that you hurt me
Let me count the times I still think of you
I count eighteen thousand forty four
One for every minute since you walked out that door

I hate the bridge
I hate the bridge
I hate the bridge
I hate the bridge
I hate the bridge
I hate the bridge
I hate the bridge
I still love you

My love is an empty blackboard
Your love is a pile of chalk
You come in many different colors
I think I lost the eraser

My love is a order of fries
Your ketchup is way too thick
Hold the bottle upside down
I don't see fifty-seven varieties

Let me count the ways that I loved you
Let me count the ways that you hurt me
Let me count the times I still think of you
I count eighteen thousand forty five
One for every minute since you said goodbye


Lyrics submitted by LaDiablo

Count the Ways song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain