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DISCOTHÈQUE

You can reach
But you can’t grab it
You can hold it, control it
No, you can’t bag it
You can push
But you can’t direct it
Circulate, regulate, oh no
You cannot connect it

You know you’re chewing bubblegum
You know what that is
But you still want some
‘Cause you just can’t get enough
Of that lovie dovie stuff

You get confused
But you know it
Yeah, you hurt for it, work for it, love
You don’t always show it

Let go (Let’s go)
Let’s go
Discothèque (Hi, come on child)
Oh oh (Let go)
Let go
Discothèque

You’re looking for the one
But you know you’re somewhere else instead
You want to be the song
Be the song that you hear in your head
Love…

It’s not a trick
‘Cause you can’t learn it
It’s the way you don’t pay, that’s okay
‘Cause you can’t earn it (yeah)

You know you’re chewing bubblegum
You know what that is
But you still want some
You just can’t get enough
Of that lovie dovie stuff

Let go (Let go)
Oh oh oh
Discothèque (Come on, come on)
Go girl (Go girl)
Ah ha ha
Discothèque (I want you, I want you)
Love…

You’re looking for the one
But you know you’re somewhere else instead
You want to be the song
Be the song that you hear in your head

Love…

(You want heaven in your heart
Heaven in your heart
The sun, the moon, and the stars)

But you take what you can get
‘Cause it’s all that you can find
But you know there’s something more
But tonight, tonight, tonight

High…

Boom Cha, Boom Cha, Discothèque (I paid, get
in, I can’t, not enough)…

DO YOU FEEL LOVED

Take these hands they’re good for nothing
You know these hands never worked a day
Take these boots they’re going nowhere
You know these boots don’t want to stray

You got my head filled with songs
You got my shoelaces undone
Take my shirt, go on take it off me
You can tear it up
If you can tie me down

Do you feel loved ...

Take the colours of my imagination
Take the scent hanging in the air
Take this tangle of a conversation
And turn it into your own prayer

With my fingers as you want them
With my nails under your hide
With my teeth at your back
And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies

Do you feel loved ...
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain

(I wouldn’t hurt you) ...

Love is coming, pushing and shoving
In the belly of a woman
Heavy rhythm taking over
To stick together
A man and a woman
Stick together
Man and woman
Stick together

And I feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like rain
And there’s heat in the sun
To see us through the rain

Do you feel loved ...

MOFO

Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother… mother sucking rock and roll, mother…

Holy dunk, spacejunk coming in for the splash
(Been around the back… been around the front)

Wh-wh-white dopes on punk s-staring into the flash
(Been around the back… been around the front)

Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash
(Been around the back… been around the front)
Mother… mother sucking rock and roll, mother…

Bubble popping, sugar dropping, rock and roll, mother…

Mother… mother… mother…
Mother… mother… mother…

Mother… am I still your son
You know I’ve waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother… you left and made me someone
Now I’m still a child, no one tells me no

Looking for a sound that’s going to drown out the world

(Been around the back… been around the front)

Looking for the father of my two little girls
(Been around the back… been around the front)

Got the swing, got the sway, got my straw in lemonade

(Been around the back… been around the front)

Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
(Been around the back… been around the front)

Mother… mother sucking rock and roll, mother…

Hopping popping shopping dropping, it’s rock and roll, mother…
Mother… mother suck, yeah, fuck yeah, mother…

Mother… mother… mother…
Mother… mother… mother…

Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother ...

IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS

Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It’s just you and me and the rain

Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south

It’s the blind leading the blond
It’s the stuff, it’s the stuff of country songs

Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?

God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could
It’s been a while since we saw that child
Hanging ‘round this neighbourhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
And Jesus sister’s eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low

It’s the blind leading the blond
It’s the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith
And the love…what’s that you say to me
Does love…light up your Christmas Tree
The next minute you’re blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
Well if God will send his angels…
Where do we go?
Where do we go?

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it’s hard to get in the door, angel

It’s the stuff, it’s the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on

If God will send his angels
Sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels

(And I might not want my life)
(I want my lover feel my soul) / So where do we go?

(And I want my love and I)
(And I want to feel alone) / So where do we go?
How?

(Sing my song) ...
(Baby, just like you kept telling me, slow down)

STARING AT THE SUN

Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God’s glue
It’s going to get stickier too

It’s been a long hot summer
Let’s get under cover
Don’t try too hard to think
Don’t think at all

I’m not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you’d find
If you took a look inside
I’m not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who’s happy to go blind

There’s an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won’t disappear
It’s going to itch and burn and sting
You want to see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach
Will we ever live in peace

‘Cause those that can’t do
Often have to
And those that can’t do
Often have to preach

To the ones
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you’ll find
If you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who’d rather go blind

Intransigence is all around
Military still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won’t say goodbye
Referee won’t blow the whistle
God is good but will He listen
I’m nearly great
But there’s something missing

I left it in the duty free air
But you never really belonged to me

You’re not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you’d find
If you stepped back inside
Not sucking on my thumb
I’m staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who’s happy to go blind

LAST NIGHT ON EARTH

(What the fear calls down, stops the car)
(As it feels like rage)
(She’s back on the street)
(But it swings so far away)

She feels the ground is giving way
But she thinks we’re better off that way
The more you take the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have the more it takes today

You got to give it away / You got to give it away
You got to give it away / You got to give it away
You got to give it away / You got to give it away

Well she don’t care what it’s worth
She’s living like it’s the last night on earth
The last night on earth

She’s not waiting on a saviour to come (Hows-ya classy)
She’s at the bus-stop with News of the World and the Sun
Sun, here it comes
She’s not waiting for anyone

You got to give it away / You got to give it away
You got to give it away / You got to give it away
You got to give it away / You got to give it away

Well she don’t care what it’s worth
She’s living like it’s the last night on earth
The last night on earth

Clock tells her that time is slipping / Slipping away
Tear drop sunshine / Slip slide
Two sides to one feels missing / Too heavy
Something she might be missing / Slipping away
World turns and we get dizzy / The world turns….
Spinning for you /…and we get dizzy
The way it’s spinning for me / Slipping away

She’s living, living next week now
You know she’s going to pay it back somehow
She hasn’t been to bed in a week
She’ll be dead soon then she’ll sleep
You got to give it away / You got to give it away
You got to give it away / You got to give it away
You got to give it away

She already knows it hurts
She’s living like it’s the last night on earth
The last night on earth
Last night on earth
Last night on earth

(Last night)

GONE

You get to feel so guilty, got so much for so little
Then you find that feeling just won’t go away
You’re holding on to every little thing so tightly
‘Til there’s nothing left for you anyway

Goodbye…
You can keep this suit of lights
I’ll be up with the sun
I’m not coming down
I’m not coming down
I’m not coming down

You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to lose yourself along the way
You change your name, well that’s okay, it’s necessary

And what you leave behind you don’t miss anyway

Goodbye…
You can keep this suit of lights
I’ll be up with the sun
I’m not coming down
I’m not coming down
I’m not coming down

‘Cause I’m already gone
Felt that way all along
Closer to you every day
I didn’t want it that much anyway

You’re taking steps that make you feel dizzy / (Gone)
Then you learn to like the way it feels / (Gone)
You hurt yourself you hurt your lover / (Gone)
Then you discover
What you thought was freedom is just greed / (Gone)

Goodbye…
And it’s emotional
Good night…
I’ll be up with the sun
Are you still holding on
I’m not coming down
I’m not coming down
I’m not coming down

Gone… sun… time… sun…
Gone… sun…. gone… sun…
Sun…

MIAMI

Weather ‘round here chopping and changing
Surgery in the air
Print shirts and southern accents
Cigars and big hair
We got the wheels, petrol’s cheap
We only went there for a week
Got the sun, got the sand
Got the batteries in the handycam…

Her eyes are swimming pool blue
Dumb bells on a diving board
Baby’s always attracted to the things she’s afraid of

Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo shoot
Freshmen, squeaky clean
She tastes of chlorine
(Miami), my mammy

Love the movies babe
Love to walk through the movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke some cigarettes
No big deal we know the score
Just back from the video store
Got the car and the car chase
What’s he got inside the case
I want a close up of that face
Here comes the car chase

I bought two new suits… Miami
Pink and blue… Miami
I took a picture of you… My mammy
Getting hot in a photo booth… Miami
I said you looked like a Madonna
You said maybe…
Said I want to have your baby… baby, baby
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn’t be a problem
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn’t be a problem
At least not in Miami

You know some places are like your auntie
But there’s no place like
Miami, my mammy
Miami, my mammy
(Keys are in the car)
(Miami, my mammy)
Miami, my mammy

(Shake, shake down)
(Shake down…)

THE PLAYBOY MANSION

If Coke is a mystery
Michael Jackson… history
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gift to get me through
The gates of that mansion

If OJ is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an obsession
And talk shows, confession
What have we got to lose
Another push and we’ll be through
The gates of that mansion

I never bought a Lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone’s space
The banks feel like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down
Don’t wake her, she’ll come around

Chance is a kind of religion
Where you’re damned for plain hard luck
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book
But love, come on down
And let my numbers come around

Don’t know if I can hold on
Don’t know if I’m that strong
Don’t know if I can wait that long
‘Til the colours come flashing
And the lights go on

Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
And though I can’t say why
I know I’ve got to believe

We’ll go driving in that pool
It’s who you know that gets you through
The gates of the Playboy mansion
But they don’t mention… the pain to reach

Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame

IF YOU WEAR THAT VELVET DRESS

(Oh it’s okay)

Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
I’m feeling sea sick again
The whole world could just dissolve
Into a glass of water

I’ve been good ‘cause I know you don’t want me to
Do you really want me to be blue as you
It’s her daylight that gets me through We’ve been here before
Last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold
I was like a two year old
Just wanted more

If you wear that velvet dress /_If you wear that velvet dress_
If you wear that velvet dress, if you wear that velvet dress
Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It’s a private show
No one else gonna know
I want you

(So you feel okay?)
(Are you sure it’s okay?)
(‘Cause I want some more)
Sunlight, sunlight fills my room
It’s sharp and it’s clear
But nothing at all like the moon
It’s okay, the struggle for things not to say
I never listened to you anyway
And I got my own hands to pray
But if you wear that velvet dress, if you wear that velvet dress
But if you wear that velvet dress, if you wear that velvet dress

Tonight the moon is a mirrorball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who’ll catch the star when he fall

If you wear that velvet dress

PLEASE

So you never knew love… until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted… ‘til you’d someone slap your face
So you never felt alive… until you’d almost wasted away

You had to win, you couldn’t just pass
The smartest ass, at the top of the class
Your flying colors, your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please… please… please…
Get up off your knees
Please… please… please…
Please…

(One, two, three, four)

So you never knew… how low you’d stoop to make that call
And you never knew… what was on the ground until they
made you crawl
So you never knew… that the heaven you keep, you stole

Your catholic blues, your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos now they’re making the news
Your holy war, your northern star
Your sermon on the mount from the boot of your car
Please… please… please…
Get up off your knees
Please-yeah… please… please…
Leave me out of this please

So love is hard and love is tough
But love is not what you’re thinking of

September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shards of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain

October, talk getting nowhere
November… December… remember
Are we just starting again?
Please… please… please…
Get up off your knee there
Please… please… please…
Please…

So love is big, is bigger than us
But love is not what you’re thinking of

It’s what lovers deal
It’s what lovers steal
You know I’ve found it hard to receive
‘Cause you my love… I could never believe

WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, Jesus help me
I’m alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too

Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it’s all gonna be
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I’m waiting here boss
I know you’re looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren’t free
Your father, He made the world in seven
He’s in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Listen to your words they’ll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that’s confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out of time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new
If there’s an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

HOLY JOE

*DISCOTHÈQUE* B-SIDE

I…
I’m a humble guy
No, really I try
You know it’s hard sometimes
You…
yeah you missed that too
Both of us gonna get through
Working my way to get to you
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, be good to me
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, be good to me
Here it comes
Here it comes
Holy Joe

Please…
don’t make me say please
With champagne and ice cream
It’s not what I want it’s what I need
(Funky child, come on)

Devotion
And a little appreciation
Little heavy rotation
Looks good on me

Totally messed up in everybody’s life
Closer than ever to everybody’s wife
Yeah… oh child

Come on come on
Come on come on, be good to me
Come on come on
Come on come on, be good to me
Here it comes
Here it comes
Holy Joe

Totally messed up in everybody’s life
Closer than ever to everybody’s wife
Yeah… oh child

Come on, come on
Come on, come on, be good to me
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, be good to me
Come on, come on
Come on come on come on be good to me
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, be good to me
Here it comes
Here it comes
Holy Joe...

NORTH AND SOUTH OF THE RIVER

*STARING AT THE SUN* B-SIDE

I want to reach out over the Loch
And feel your hand across the water
Walk with you along an unapproved road
Not looking over my shoulder
I wanna see, and I wanna hear
To understand your fears
But we’re north and south of the river

I’ve been doing it wrong all of my life
This holy town has turned me over
A young man running from what he didn’t understand
While the wind from the Loch just get colder, colder
There was a badness that had its way
But love wasn’t lost, love will have its day
North and south of the river
North and south of the river

Can we stop playing this old tattoo
Darling I don’t have the answer
I wanna meet you where you are
I don’t need ya to surrender
‘Cause there’s no feeling that’s so alone
As when the one you’re hurting is your own
North and south of the river
North and south of the river
North and south of the river 

Some high ground is not worth taking
Some connections are not worth making
This old church bell no longer ringing
Some old songs are not worth bringing
North… / Higher ground is not worth taking
North… and south of the river 

YOUR BLUE ROOM

*STARING AT THE SUN* B-SIDE

It’s time to go again
To your blue room
Got some questions to ask of you
In your blue room
The air is clean
Your skin is clear
I’ve had enough fun hanging ‘round here
It’s a different kind of conversation
Your blue room
You saw me coming love
In outside
You saw me coming
Somewhere I can hide
And time is a string of pearls…your blue room

(You see that?)
See the future just hanging there… your blue room

A new frame, a new perspective
Looking down on my objectives
Your instructions whatever their directions
Your blue room / Your blue room
You saw me coming round
East by the moon
You saw me coming
But can you feel?
It’s alright
Your blue room
One day I’ll be back… your blue room
Oh yeah, I hope I remember where it’s at… your blue
room
You see me slide on
Won’t you bring me back home?

So much for change
Zooming in
Zooming out
Nothing I can’t do without
A lens to see it all up close
Magnifying what no one knows
Never in company
Never alone
No car alarm
No cellular phone

POP MUZIK

*LAST NIGHT ON EARTH* B-SIDE

New York London Paris Munich...
Everybody talk about… Pop Muzik

Pop…pop…pop…pop… muzik ...
Pop…pop pop…muzik ...
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop muzik...

Shooby dooby doo whop
Pop bop shoo whop
Shooby dooby doo whop
Pop bop shoo whop

Radio video
Boogie with a suitcase
You’re living in a disco
Forget about the rat race

Let’s do the milkshake
Sell it like a hotcake
Try some, buy some
Fee fie foursome

Talk about…pop muzik ...

Dance to the PopMart
At the top of food chain
Yeah, listen to the countdown
They’re playing our song again

If you wanna be a gunslinger
Don’t be a rock singer
Eenie meenie miney moe
Anyway you want to go

Talk about…pop muzik ...

Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop muzik...

HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN

*LAST NIGHT ON EARTH* B-SIDE

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun 

She’s not a girl who misses much
Du du du du, oh yeah
She’s not a girl who misses much
Du du du du, oh yeah
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun

She’s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet
hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes wide open
And the hands busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
Hey, I need a fix ‘cause I’m going down
Happiness is a, a warm gun...

I need a fix cause I’m going down
I need a fix cause I’m going down
I need a fix cause I’m going down / I need a fix
cause I’m going down
To the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I’m going down, uptown / Down
to the bits that I left uptown
Need a fix cause I’m going down, uptown / I need a
fix cause I’m going down

Happiness is a, a warm gun
Happiness is a, a warm gun...

SLOW DANCING

*IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS* B-SIDE

My love is cruel as the night
She steals the sun, and shuts out the light
All of my colors, they turn to blue
Win or lose

She does it slow dancing
Slow dancing
She does it slow…dancing

Scarlet eyes and a see-through heart
I saw it coming right from the start
She picked me up, but had me down on my knees
Just a’ begging her, please

Take me slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow… dancing
(middle eight)

No I don’t know why a man
Search for himself in his woman’s eyes
No I don’t know why a man
Sees the truth but needs the lie

My love is restless as the wind
She moves like a shadow across my skin
She left with my conscience, and I don’t want it back
It just gets in the way

If you want to go slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow…

Slow…dancing
Slow…dancing
Slow…

Slow…dancing
Slow…dancing
Slow…

TWO SHOTS OF HAPPY, ONE SHOT OF SAD

*IF GOD WILL SEND HIS ANGELS* B-SIDE

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I’m no good, well I know I’ve been bad
Took you to a place, now you can’t get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Walked together down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
Don’t try to figure out what we might of had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad

I’m just a singer, some say a sinner
Rolling the dice, not always a winner
You say I’ve been lucky, well hell I’ve made my own
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone

Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
Surrounded, we always found an escape
Drove me to drink, but hey that’s not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Guess I’ve been greedy, all of my life
Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Maybe it’s just talk, saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked, the swingers stopped swinging

You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it, you came crying for my help

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I’m not complaining, baby I’m glad
You call it a compromise, well what’s that
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad...

(Happy birthday, Frank) 

I'M NOT YOUR BABY

*END OF THE VIOLENCE* SOUNDTRACK EXCERPT

It’s a beautiful day today
Everything is going my way
Even the words are doing what I say
Oh babe…got to get away

To be impossible
Isn’t that difficult
In the city you’re invisible
When you come from a small town

Everything is all right
Everything is all right
I’m not your baby…please

A tourist in a traffic jam
Baby sham and handy cam
I’m not your mother, you’re not my man
I’m not your baby

Don’t treat me like I’m a trick
I won’t treat you like you’re a prick
Don’t need no doctor, I’m not ill
I’m not your baby

Everything is all right
Everything is all right
I’m not your baby…please

Cut out the poetry
Let’s hit the main artery
No time for a tourniquet
The colours all run out on me

You brought me all kinds of goods
Now my heart is so full up it hurts
It’s heavy as a shopping bag
It’s full of things I should give back

Everything is all right
Everything is all right
I’m not your baby…please

(I’m not your baby)...

Don’t want you to cover me
Smother me or mother me
I like to feel this incomplete
I’m not your baby

Everything is all right
Everything is all right
I’m not your baby…please

Not dizzy, just busy
Didn’t drink nothing fizzy
No pills to feel easy / Soul
Don’t know what got into me

Daylight’s a kind of robbery / Soul
The night is your geography
So you’re not white, you’re pink and rosy
You could be right, but you’re way above me

Me, I’m in recovery
A star of pornography
I’m a tourist, there’s a lot to see
You don’t like the photographs of me

So you’ve got a lot to say
You don’t sleep around, but sometimes you stray
You don’t believe, often times you pray
For something, what is it babe

Don’t treat me like I’m a trick
I won’t treat you like you’re a prick
Don’t need no doctor, I’m not sick
I’m not your baby

Everything is all right
Everything is all right
I’m not your baby…please

I’m not your baby...

SWEETEST THING

"BEST OF 1980-1990" EXCERPT

My love she throws me like a rubber ball
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
But she won’t catch me or break my fall
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
Baby’s got blue skies up ahead
But in this I’m a rain cloud
You know she wants a dry kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

I’m losing you
I’m losing you
Ain’t love the sweetest thing

I wanted to run but she made me crawl
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
Eternal fire, she turned me to straw
Oh oh, the sweetest thing
I know I got black eyes
But they burn so brightly for her
I guess it’s a blind kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

I’m losing you
Whoa, I’m losing you
Ain’t love the sweetest thing / Ain’t love the sweetest
thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing / Ain’t love the
sweetest thing

(Ahh, it’s a happy day)
(It’s a miracle)
(A beautiful lady)
(Love, it’s something beautiful) 

Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
You can sew it up but you still see the tear
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
Baby’s got blue skies up ahead
But in this I’m a rain cloud
Ours is a stormy kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

The sweetest thing
Oh, the sweetest thing