Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Ain't Just A Four Letter Word , by - Jenny Wilson. Song from the album Love And Youth, in the genre ПопRelease date: 11.04.2005
Record label: Gold Medal
Song language: English
Love Ain't Just A Four Letter Word |
| Let me put it like this, let me tell you: |
| You feel it in your chest and in your arms |
| You feel it in your legs and in your heart |
| While «words» is what you find in newspapers |
| Have you ever read a newspaper, baby? |
| You know you can wipe your ass with it |
| Or stuff your shoes or make a roof, oh! |
| My heart is a pumping thing, fistful of pumping thing. |
| (I'm pumping, |
| I’m pumping, I’m pumping) |
| I guess it comes quite automatically |
| You know the butterflies inside one’s chest |
| You know the feelings, the warm wind |
| The hunt of a fresh breath |
| Don’t stop, oh, don’t think too much |
| Get these bad thoughts tucked in bed. |
| (Come on, go straight to bed hearts) |
| Don’t stop pumping, don’t stop that jumping |
| My little stubborn heart |
| To come and guide me, guide me, guide me instead! |
| Oh I’m shaking, I’m trembling, I’m dancing around |
| I take two steps at a time |
| Oh I’m shaking, I’m trembling, I’m dancing around |
| I take two steps at a time |
| That’s what I do! |
| Love is a pretty thing |
| «Ehm, it’s an outworn word» |
| Who cares? |
| Not me! |
| Cause words is that you put on papers |
| Is what you place in letters and in crosswords too |
| But when you feel love, the warm wind |
| It’s a taste, it’s on your tongue! |
| Don’t stop, oh, don’t think too much |
| Get these bad thoughts tucked in bed. |
| (You stupid head!) |
| Don’t stop pumping, don’t stop that jumping |
| My little stubborn heart |
| To come and guide me, guide me, guide me instead! |
| Oh I’m shaking, I’m frowning, I’m dancing around |
| I take two steps at a time |
| Ohh I’m shaking, I’m drowning, I’m dancing around |
| I take two steps at a time |
| Oh, oh my God, it feels good, but it tastes like blood |
| And it tickles, it bites me, it tickles and tickles and tickles! |
| Oh Shit! |
| I can see him, and he belongs to me |
| In every pumping beat and beat |
| In every pumping… |
| Oh here he comes! |
| Oh, I’m shaking, I’m trembling, I’m dancing around |
| I take two steps at a time |
| Oh, I’m shaking, I’m trembling, I’m dancing around |
| I take two steps at a time |
| Oh, oh oh |
| Oh, oh oh |
| Oh, oh oh |
| Oh, oh |
| Oh, oh oh |
| Oh, oh oh |
| Oh, oh oh |
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