(Ray Buzzeo)



Each time you touch me that little tingle goes up and down my spine

I feel a trembling on my lips when you press your to mine

And these butterfiles won't let me keep at suppertime

Have I lost my mind or is it love.



You make my heart beat until it's sounding like it's all over time

The chill of winter goes up and down me but it's still summertime

And what am I walking way up on this cloud so high

Have I grown wings to fly or is it love...