They don't wanna see it happen But we say, "Fuck it" One way or another I'mma love you Slidin' under covers, undercover You know they don't wanna see us together But it don't matter, no, 'cause I got you Anytime you're under the weather Babe, we can

Nothing but blue skies There's spring in the air They're sweeping the streets Wind is a breeze The sun becomes her he agrees What's holding up her face? Passage ways to windows That don't close Where do you live?

Lot of love to let you It's gonna take a lot of love to let you Go, oh-oh-oh Go, oh-oh-oh (Oh, oh) I could cry to you, fight with you Beg you to stay but I won't try to change your mind I can't make you love me if you don't They say, "If you love them

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why They told me once, "there's a place where love conquers all" A city with the streets full of milk and honey I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the

Like a scream but sort of silent Living out my nightmares Voices repeating me 'Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.' Voices discussing me 'Others steal your thoughts They're not confined 'Love, just don't stare'

Rumor has it she has you Rumor has it you love her too Talk is cheap but the price is high when it's true I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in But they didn't talk about us, only her again I didn't want to listen but I hung on every word

Love, love, hooray for love Who was ever too blase for love Make this the night for love If we have to fight, let`s fight for love Some sigh and cry for love Ah, but in Pa-ree they die for love Some waste away for love Just the same - hooray for love!

Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio You can play with me And her hair-do The only one you see All of London sings 'Cause England's swings and they sure love the tales I bring You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't