In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, October 8, 2018
I think it's called love
I went to the doctor
I said doctor, help me please
I need your advice
I'm begging on bended knees
I've come down with
the most miserable disease
I think it's called love
I think it's called love
my head's in the clouds
and I'm thoroughly confused
my head hasn't heard
my heart spreading the news
all I know is
I ain't singing the blues
I think it's called love
I think it's called love
baby baby tell me true
what am I to do with you
I got that crazy misery
and you are the remedy
I went to the doctor
I went to the lawyer, too
the teachers and the preachers
nobody had a clue
all I know
is how I feel about you
I think it's called love
I think it's called love
I think it's called love
I think it's called love
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