Bombastic Love So fantastic Where I'm completley yours and you are mine And It's gonna be exactly like in a movie When we fall in love for the first time I know we're gonna get, know we're gonna get get The fact that you and I should need I am here to

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

I'm just a love machine Na, na na na na, na na na na, na naaah And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' fiend. I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you, My mind blows a fuse.

You must find a way We must find a way And find faith When hope and love has been lost And you fall to the ground When the darkness descends And you're told it's the end

Sometimes you'll laugh Sometimes you'll cry You'll find your point when You will exhale (yeah, yeah, say) Everyone falls in love sometime Sometimes it's wrong, and sometimes it's right For every win, someone must fail But there comes a point when

When you love (when you love) With all your heart and soul, it's so hard to let it go When you love someone like that, when you give what you can't take back When you love someone like that, when you love someone like that You're alright (I'm alright)

Secret lovers, get lost in the secrets they tell They make lovers blind when they cover every inch of their lies Secret lovers, it’s just your place of mind A smoke and some wine is the life of the Black Valentine Love can’t conquer anything Who needs a

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all it's how you feel about the groove A little jazz is just a bit of this and that And when it's groovin', how the groove makes you move Jazz music sprouted rock and roll It was the

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when