No, love ain't just a four letter word, never!
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" are what you find in newspapers,
Have you ever read a newspaper, baby?
You know you can wipe your ass with'em
Or stuff your shoes or make a roof, oh!
My heart is a pumping thing, fistful of pumping thing.
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.
Don't stop pumping, don't stop that jumping
My little stubborn heart.
To come and guide me, guide me, guide me instead!
But I'm shaking, I'm trembling, I'm dancing around
I take two steps at a time (x2)

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.
Don't stop pumping, don't stop that jumping
My little stubborn heart
To come and guide me, guide me, guide me instead!
But I'm shaking, I'm trembling, 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!
Oh Shit! I can see him, and he belongs to me
In every pumping beat and beat,
In every pumping beat.
Oh here he comes!!
I'm shaking, I'm trembling, I'm dancing around
I take two steps at a time