Here I go again
I guess I can't pretend
I'm a sucker for pure love, my friend
I find myself always thinking
about that first romantic weekend
It's like there's nothing else to do
but sit and fantasize of you
(Love, love, love) Love makes ya do thangs (do thangs, doo thangs)
(Love, love, love) Makes ya do thangs (do thangs, doo thangs)
You can't fight it, anyway
It grabs you by the heart
and makes you walk away
So far, ya gave me love
What more could I be asking for
I'll make him mad
he leaves,