Thing Called Love Songtext
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Thing Called Love Songtext
Okay
Don′t have to hover your self to me
I ain't your judge or your king
Baby, you ain′t no queen of Sheba
We may not even have our dignity
Could be just a prideful thing
Baby, we can choose
You know we ain't no beavers
But are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you
It come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this thing called love?
You need somebody to call ′bout that
Sit down here to clean up my reputation
Baby, I ain't your Prince Charming, no no no
Now we could live in fear or our kind of hope
For some kind of peaceful situation
Baby I don′t know why the cry of love is so alarming
Are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you
It come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this thing called love?
The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans
And that old diamond ring
Now whether your sunglasses are up around
You know what?
Hell, you only see the world today
Mmm
Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yes-yes...
Well for the love of God, the love of man
I take you for my wife
To love, honor, cherish and obey
Well, I never made no plans to live this kinda life
Just worked out this way
And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don′t come from me and you
It come from up above
Well, I ain't no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this?
And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you
It come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this thing called love?
People over there said, "Are you ready for it?"
I don′t, I
People over there said, "Are you ready for it?"
Ah
People way out there said, "Are you ready for it?"
I'm gonna give them folks over there one more chance
Said are you ready for...
And how ′bout them nice folks down the middle?
Neither left, nor neither right
Said, "Are you ready for it?"
Come on, 'cause I′m a' talkin′ about that crazy little
Mixed up, mumbled up, spooky, little screwed up
Crazy little thing called love
Great gosh almighty gotta have your sweet love, love, love
Don′t have to hover your self to me
I ain't your judge or your king
Baby, you ain′t no queen of Sheba
We may not even have our dignity
Could be just a prideful thing
Baby, we can choose
You know we ain't no beavers
But are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you
It come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this thing called love?
You need somebody to call ′bout that
Sit down here to clean up my reputation
Baby, I ain't your Prince Charming, no no no
Now we could live in fear or our kind of hope
For some kind of peaceful situation
Baby I don′t know why the cry of love is so alarming
Are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you
It come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this thing called love?
The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans
And that old diamond ring
Now whether your sunglasses are up around
You know what?
Hell, you only see the world today
Mmm
Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yes-yes...
Well for the love of God, the love of man
I take you for my wife
To love, honor, cherish and obey
Well, I never made no plans to live this kinda life
Just worked out this way
And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don′t come from me and you
It come from up above
Well, I ain't no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this?
And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you
It come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kit, girl
Are you ready for this thing called love?
People over there said, "Are you ready for it?"
I don′t, I
People over there said, "Are you ready for it?"
Ah
People way out there said, "Are you ready for it?"
I'm gonna give them folks over there one more chance
Said are you ready for...
And how ′bout them nice folks down the middle?
Neither left, nor neither right
Said, "Are you ready for it?"
Come on, 'cause I′m a' talkin′ about that crazy little
Mixed up, mumbled up, spooky, little screwed up
Crazy little thing called love
Great gosh almighty gotta have your sweet love, love, love
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