Love is a flower that bloomes in the spring time.Beneath the light of the moon in the spring time.We're grooving together like two turtle doves since I meet you baby,everythings coming up love.
Love is a song in the breeze in the spring time.Sung by the birds and the bees in the spring time.Our loves overflowing,there's blue skies above,the rains are withholding,cause everythings coming up love.
Girl if you're thinking what i'm thinking if,since I met you baby,everythings coming up love.
