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John Hiatt - Thing Called Love lyrics
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 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 CHORUS TWICE Just a crazy little thing called love Its justs a crazy little thing called love |
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