| You’ve left my ring by the soap
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| Now is that love?
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| You cleaned me out, you could say broke
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| Now is that love?
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| The better, better, better it gets
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| The more these girls forget
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| That that is love
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| You won’t get dressed, you walk about
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| Now is that, is that
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| A teasing glance has pushed me out
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| Now is that, is that
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| The tougher, tougher, tougher it gets
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| The more my lips frequent
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| Now that is love
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| Beat me up with your letters, your walk out notes
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| Funny how you still find me right here at home
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| Legs up with a book and a drink
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| Now is that love that’s making you think
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| You’ve called my bluff, I’m not so hot
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| Now is that love?
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| My assets froze while yours have dropped
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| Now is that, is that
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| It’s the cupid, cupid, cupid disguise
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| That more-or-less survived
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| Now that is love
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| Beat me up with your letters, your walk out notes
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| Funny how you still find me right here at home
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| Legs up with a book and a drink
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| Now is that love that’s making you think
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| You’ve made my bed, the finger points
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| Now is that, is that love
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| The more you, more you, more you cool down
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| The easier love is found
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| Now that is love |