This thing called love,
I just can't handle it
This thing called love,
I must get 'round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love
This thing called love
It cries in a cradle all night
It swings it jives
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
There goes my baby
He knows how to rock and roll
He drives me crazy
He gives me hot and cold fever
Then he leaves me in a cool, cool sweat
I gotta be cool, relax
Get hip, get on my tracks
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
I gotta be cool, relax
Get hip, get on my tracks
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love
There goes my baby
He knows how to rock and roll
He drives me crazy
He gives me hot and cold fever
Then he leaves me in a cool, cool sweat
This thing called love,
I just can't handle it
This thing called love,
I must get 'round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love
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