Love Child

Ohohohohohohbido
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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 blushing
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 heals"
that got 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 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 cild)
with a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me

Ohohohohohohbido
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Ohohohohohohbido
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