Love Is the Reason ( from A Tree Grows In Brooklyn ) - Blossom Dearie

Love is the reason you were born

Love was the gleam in papa’s eye

People suddenly meet

People suddenly fit

People suddenly hit

And brother, that’s it

Personally

Love is a kick right in the pants

Love is the aspirin you buy

If you’re flappin' your fins

If you’re climbin' a wall

There must be a reason for it all

What is the reason for it all?

Love is the reason for it all

Love is the night you can’t recall

Love is the extra drink you drank

Love’s a shot in the arm

Love’s a poke in the ribs

Buyin' bottles and bibs

And fillin' up cribs

Obviously

Love is an old established trap

Ten million suckers walk the plank

If you land on your tail

Every time that you fall

I can’t see the reason for it

Who needs a reason for it?

Love is the reason for it all

All night the teasin' in the hall

Hallways are lovely for a call

Call it the season

I say, «Love is the reason for it all»