Oh, man, I love that one. What do you make of the last line? I'm fairly sure that the detail in the rest of the song suggests it's not entirely truthful, but one of my friends is convinced it's just straightforwardly matter-of-fact.

My favourite Cohen-on-love is Famous Blue Raincoat, though. I must have heard it a hundred times and I still can't work out who slept with who and who left who for who, but I'm crazy in love with any song that wraps up ideas of love and possession and ownership so well. When I am queen of the universe and can decree that somebody remake Breakfast At Tiffany's in a way more faithful to the story, that's going on the soundtrack.