Love is the Cruelest Cliche

I was an ice storm refugee
Romeo came and rescued me
I’ll keep you warm was what he said
And the storm was gone when I left his bed
But when the sun was high
And the ground left dry
So was I
'Cause love is the crulest cliche
And I don’t wanna be cliche
But at the end of the night
And the dawn of the day
I wouldn’t have it any other way
'Cause I’ve never really known it any other way
We made love in his sanctuary
Got out of bed at a quarter to three
We dined on bread and raspberries
As frozen rain clung to the trees
But it’s such a shame
And was just the same
In the frozen rain
'Cause love is the cruelest cliche
And I don’t wanna be cliche
But at the end of the night
And the dawn of the day
I wouldn’t want to have it any other way
'Cause I’ve never really known it any other way
The poets never wrote it any other way
The artists never showed it any other way
'Cause love is the cruelest cliche