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This Ain’t No Love Song

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 05.09.2012

Well, my heart didn't skip a beat
When I saw you standin’ there,
Lookin’ like some kinda angel,
Like you were walkin’ on air.
And the earth didn't move
When you first said my name.
I didn't feel a thing, no not me.
My heart didn't skip a beat.

This ain’t no love song,
I just felt like gettin’ my guitar on,
And singin’ a tune
Singin’ ‘bout you.
Yeah, feelin’ good and tappin’ my shoes.
And all this stuff I'm makin’ up,
Well, you probably won't be hearin’ it on the radio,
But then you never know.
So baby if you want,
You can sing along,
But this ain't no love song.

I couldn't sleep last night,
But you weren't on my mind.
And I went for a drive last night,
But if you saw me driving by
Well I must've took a wrong turn.
I must’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else
Had a melody in my head.
Yeah, maybe that's why
I couldn't sleep last night.

This ain’t no love song,
I just felt gettin’ my guitar on,
And singin’ a tune
Singin’ ‘bout you.
Yeah, feelin’ good and tappin’ my shoes.
And all this stuff I'm makin’ up,
Well, you probably won't be hearin’ it on the radio,
But then you never know.
So baby if you want,
You can sing along,
But this ain't no love song.

Love song, love song.
Singin’ to you baby,
Singin’ to you baby,
All night long.

Yeah, half this stuff I'm making up
Well you probably won't be hearing it on the radio.
But then you never know.
So baby if you want you can sing along,
But this ain't no love song.
Love song, love song.

This ain't no love song


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