Love Child

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 smiling I start running When women go talking 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 shouldn't be talking to me They call me little Love Child with a thorn in my side You shouldn't be talking to me Ohohohohohohbido Ohohohohohoh I soon turned eleven I was lost and seperated It was "head over heels" that go me stimulated Like John McEnroe, my sky kept on falling I knew I had something to say When women go smiling (smiling) I start running (I start running) When women go talking (talking) I start blushing (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 shouldn't be talking to me They call me little Love Child with a thorn in my side You shouldn't be talking to me Ohohohohohohbido Ohohohohohohbido Ohohohohohohbido Ohohohohohoh They call me little Love Child with a thorn in my side You shouldn't be talking to me They call me little Love Child with a thorn in my side You shouldn't be talking to me They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child) with a thorn in my side You shouldn't be talking to me They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child) with a thorn in my side You shouldn't be talking to me Ohohohohohohbido Ohohohohohohbido Ohohohohohohbido Ohohohohohoh