Lyrics:
Love, you get me upYou get me downYou never let me get outLove, you like it roughTo get enoughIs all that you're thinking aboutMy LoveMy turtle doveMy turtle doveLoveMy turtle doveMy turtle doveWell, I need a pillAin't feelin' wellIn fact I'm feeling illMy LoveThis gorgeous guyIs gonna dieIf you don't let him rest upLoveMy turtle doveMy turtle doveLoveMy turtle doveMy turtle doveWell said you couldn't do itBut you learned it very quicklyAnd now I think you knew itAll the time to try to trick meI'm on my kneesI'm on the floorI'm on my last legs loverWhy don't you let me phone some friendsAnd tell 'em to take over?LoveYour sister's youngBut she acts oldIf she's like youThen she ain't cold'Cause you're the endWhy don't we blendYou both into a wild weekendMy Turtle DoveMy Turtle DoveLoveMy Turtle DoveMy Turtle Dove