Galavant: Love is strange
Isabella: And sometimes kind of gross
It's embarrassingly gassy
And it leaves its dirty underwear
In piles around the place
Love is rude, it has a sort of smell
And it thinks that you don't notice
And it blurts out things
That make you want to smack its stupid face
And it's awkward and confusing
It annoys you half to death
Then it grins that dopey grin
And you can't catch your breath
Galavant: Love is strange and sometimes sort of smug
And it's really, really bossy
And it messes with your head
Till you're a hopeless basket case
Isabella: And it's stubborn
Galavant: It's insulting
Isabella: It's obnoxious
Galavant: It's the worst
Both: You keep pushing it away
And you fall in headfirst
Love is strange-
Isabella: And often pretty drunk
Galavant: It looks different without makeup
Both: And it's nothing like the fairy tales
You grow up dreaming of
Galavant: Love is weird
Isabella: Love is dumb
Both: Love is strange
And that's what makes it love