You sat like stormy weather from my window sill
You ain't, yeah, you ain't so clever
You got it all made up

But it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

I sit around to pass the time
I try to get it off my mind
And I live in a world oh-so-small
That I can't get around at all

And it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

What did I say?
What did I say?
What did I say?
Oh, I didn't mean it
What did I do
Oh, to hurt you?
I didn't mean it
Oh, oh, I didn't mean it!

I'm not saying it's all made up
There's people there to calm your head
But I'll sing out another song
Won't kill that, so beautiful

So it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

What did I say?
What did I say?
What did I say?
Oh, I didn't mean it
What did I do
Oh, to hurt you?
What did I do?
I didn't mean it
Oh, oh, I didn't mean it!

And it feels like love, love, love,
Yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

Yes, it feels like love, love, love
Yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

Oh, yes, it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

Oh, yes, it feels like love, love, love
Oh, yes, it feels like love, love, love

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Writer(s): LUKE PRITCHARD