The room is cold and has been like this 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 shuffled in a slightly different
order each day. Just like a modern shopping centre. And it's so cold - yeah so
cold. What?is?this feeling called love? Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now? It
doesn't make no sense. No it's not convenient. No it doesn't fit my plans. No
it's something I don't understand. Oh. And as I stand and cross the room I feel
as if whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as I touch you
shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe. So what
do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach like I'm standing on top
of a very high building. Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the
movies, but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses - it's 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. It's so cold yeah it's so cold. What?is?this feeling called
love? Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now? It doesn't make no sense. No it's not
convenient. No it doesn't 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
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