They call her love, love, love, love, love. She is love, and she is all I need.

We look at each other wondering what the other is thinking but we never say a thing.

because being with you makes perfect sense

Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles

Cause you a star—no, not the type that snort the white lines
I mean the type to light the night time