| This thing called love
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| I just can’t handle it
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| This thing called love
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| I must get round to it
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| I ain’t ready
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| This thing called love
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| It cries in a cradle all night
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| It swings, it jives
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| It shakes all over like a jelly fish
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| I kinda like it
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| There goes my baby
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| She knows how to rock-n-roll
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| She drive me crazy
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| She give me hot and cold fever
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| She leave me in a cool, cool sweat
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| I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
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| And get on my tracks
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| Take a back seat, hitch-hike
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| And take a long ride on my motorbike
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| Until I’m ready
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
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| And get on my tracks
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| Take a back seat and hitch-hike
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| Take a long ride on my motorbike
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| Until I’m ready
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| This thing called love
|
| I just can’t handle it
|
| This thing called love
|
| I must get round to it
|
| I ain’t ready
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| Crazy little thing called love
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| Crazy little thing called love |