The room is cold and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down
Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape
The same events stuffed in a slightly different order each day.
Just like a modern shopping centre.
And its so cold - yeah its so cold.
And as Im standing across this room
I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.
And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has
become the centre of the entire universe.
So what do I do? Ive got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach
Like Im standing on top of a very high building oh yeah.
All the stuff they tell you about in the movies
but this isnt chocolate boxes and roses.
Its dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night.
And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly
And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.
Its so cold yeah, its so cold.
What is this feeling called love.
Why me, why you, why here, why now ooh.
It doesnt make no sense no. Its not convenient no.
It doesnt fit my plans no.
Its something I dont understand oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
Oh what is this thing that is happening to me.
Oh. What is this feeling called love.
Why me. Why you. Why here. And why now ooh.
It doesnt make no sense no. Its not convenient no.
It doesnt fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A.double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Ooh.
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