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This thing, called love, I just can't handle it,
This, thing, called love, I must, get round to it,
I ain't ready (for this), Crazy little thing called love.
This thing, called love, it cries, in craddle at night
It swings, it jives, it shakes, all over like a jelly-fish,
I kinda like it, Crazy little thing called love.
There goes my baby, she knows how to rock and roll
She drives me crazy, she gives me hot-cold fever,
Then she leaves me in a cool, cool sweat
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip, get on my track
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike until I'm ready (for this),
Crazy Little thing called love.
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