Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
I was born, by a mother
at the school of understanding
And raised, by a sister
Who taught me I could be standing
At the age of seven
I fell in love with Blackie
And nothing could come in my way
When women go smilin
I start running
When women go talkin
I start bushing
When women start asking
Why I keep on falling (Why i keep on falling)
I can't stop running away
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
I soon turned eleven
I was lost and seperated
It was "head over heals"
that go me stimulated
Like John McEnroe, my sky kept on falling
I knew I had something to say
When women go smilin (smilin)
I start running (I start running)
When women go talkin (talkin)
I start bushing (I start blushing)
When women start asking (start asking)
Why I keep on falling (Why i keep on falling)
I can't stop running away
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child)
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove cild)
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
I was born, by a mother
at the school of understanding
And raised, by a sister
Who taught me I could be standing
At the age of seven
I fell in love with Blackie
And nothing could come in my way
When women go smilin
I start running
When women go talkin
I start bushing
When women start asking
Why I keep on falling (Why i keep on falling)
I can't stop running away
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
I soon turned eleven
I was lost and seperated
It was "head over heals"
that go me stimulated
Like John McEnroe, my sky kept on falling
I knew I had something to say
When women go smilin (smilin)
I start running (I start running)
When women go talkin (talkin)
I start bushing (I start blushing)
When women start asking (start asking)
Why I keep on falling (Why i keep on falling)
I can't stop running away
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child)
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove cild)
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
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