All the love in the world won't make things better.
All the love in the world won't make things better, better, better, better.
Why don't you love me? I ask you out each day.
Why, when I do this, do you say:
"OK, I'll go out with you if you stop pestering me."
So I say "OK" and we go out Saturday.
We go out Saturday. We go out Saturday.
Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Saturday.

And before we go out the man on the radio sings:
"All the love in the world won't make things better.
All the love in the world won't make things better.
All the love in the world won't make things better. Even on Saturday."