Love is a shiny car
Love is a steel guitar
Love is a battle scar
Love is a morning songLove is a twelve-bar blues
Love is your blue suede shoes
Love is a heart abused
Love is a mind confusedAnd 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 lineLove is a mine of gold
Love is a man to hold
Love is a drowning soul
Love is it's own rewardAnd 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 lineAnd 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 lineOh, my love cross the double line
Oh, my love cross the double line