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 Wont let me eat at suppertime Have I lost my mind Or is it love? Instrumental You make my heart beat Until its sounding like its on over time The chill of winter goes up and down me But its still summertime And why am I walking Way up on this cloud so high Have Ive grown wings to fly Or is it love? And why am I walking Way up on this cloud so high Have Ive grown wings to fly Or is it love?You might also like
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