Thing Called Love — текст песни (John Hiatt)

Dont have to humble yourself to me

I aint your judge or your king

And baby, you know you aint no queen of sheba

And we may not even have our dignity, no

This could be just a prideful thing

But baby, we can choose you know,

We aint no amoebas

But



Chorus:

Are you ready for this thing called love

Dont come from you and me,

It comes from up above

I aint no porcupine, take off your kid gloves

Are you ready for this thing called love



And you aint some icon carved out of soap

Sent down here to clean up my reputation

And baby, I aint your prince charming

Now we can live in fear, or act out of hope

For some kind of peaceful situation

Baby, dont know why the cry of love is so alarming

But



Chorus



The ugly ducklings dont turn into swans

And glide off down the lake

Whether your sunglasses are off or on

You only see the world you make



Before the laws of God and the laws of man

I take you for my wife, yeah

To love, honour, cherish and obey,

Now, I didnt have no plans to live

This kind of life, no

It just worked out that way

And



Chorus twice



Just a crazy little thing called love

Its justs a crazy little thing called love