Each time you touch me that little tingle goes up and down my spine
I feel a trembling on my lips when you press yours to mine
And these butterflies won’t let me eat at suppertime have I lost my mind or is it love
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You make my heart beat until it’s sounding like it’s on over time
The chill of winter goes up and down me but it’s still summertime
And why am I walking way up on this cloud so high
Have I’ve grown wings to fly or is it love
And why am I walking…
