thing called love |
|
Don't
have to humble yourself to me |
I
ain't your judge or your king |
And
baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba |
And
we may not even have our dignity, no |
This
could be just a prideful thing |
But
baby, we can choose you know, |
we
ain't no amoebas |
But |
|
CHORUS: |
Are
you ready for this thing called love |
Don't
come from you and me, |
It
comes from up above |
I
ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves |
Are
you ready for this thing called love |
|
And
you ain't some icon carved out of soap |
Sent
down here to clean up my reputation |
And
baby, I ain't your prince charming |
Now
we can live in fear, or act out of hope |
For
some kind of peaceful situation |
Baby,
don't know why the cry of love is so alarming |
But |
|
REPEAT
CHORUS |
|
The
ugly ducklings don't turn into swans |
And
glide off down the lake |
Whether
your sunglasses are off or on |
You
only see the world you make |
|
Before
the laws of God and the laws of man |
I
take you for my wife, yeah |
To
love, honour, cherish and obey, |
Now,
I didn't have no plans to live |
this
kind of life, no |
It
just worked out that way |
And |
|
REPEAT
CHORUS 2 TIMES |
|
Just
a crazy little thing called love |
Its
justs a crazy little thing called love |