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OhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohI was born, by a motherat the school of understandingAnd raised, by a sisterWho taught me I could be standingAt the age of sevenI fell in love with BlackieAnd nothing could come in my wayWhen women go smilingI start runningWhen women go talkingI start bushingWhen women start askingWhy I keep on falling (Why I keep on falling)I can't stop running awayThey call me little Love Childwith a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meThey call me little Love Childwith a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohLetras de cancionesI soon turned elevenI was lost and seperatedIt was "head over heels"that go me stimulatedLike John McEnroe, my sky kept on fallingI knew I had something to sayWhen women go smiling (smiling)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 awayThey call me little Love Childwith a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meThey call me little Love Childwith a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohThey call me little Love Childwith a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meThey call me little Love Childwith a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meThey call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child)with a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meThey call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child)with a thorn in my sideYou shouldn't be talking to meOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohohbidoOhohohohohoh From Letras Mania