Galavant2015

[singing a Disney-like love song]

Galavant:
Love is... strange.

Isabella:
And sometimes kinda 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 a 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 'til you're a hopeless basket case.

Isabella:
And it's stubborn.

Galavant:
It's insulting.

Isabella:
It's obnoxious.

Galavant:
It's the worst.

Galavant, Isabella:
You keep pushing it away and you fall in head first. Love is strange!

Isabella:
And often pretty drunk

Galavant:
It looks different without makeup.

Galavant, Isabella:
And it's nothing like the fairytales you grow up dreaming of.

Galavant:
Love is weird.

Isabella:
Love is dumb.

Galavant, Isabella:
Love is strange, and that's what makes it love.