Love is a shiny car Love is a steel guitar Love is a battle scar Love is a morning song Love is a twelve-bar blues Love is your blue suede shoes Love is a heart abused Love is a mind confused
And love is the pleasures I'm told And for some love is still a band of gold My love has no reason, has no rhyme My love cross the double line Love is a mine of gold Love is a man to hold Love is a drowning soul Love is it's own reward
And love is the pleasures I'm told And for some love is still a band of gold My love has no reason, has no rhyme My love cross the double line And love is the pleasures I'm told And for some love is still a band of gold My love has no reason, has no rhyme My love cross the double line Oh, my love cross the double line Oh, my love cross the double line
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