Diamonds are forever,
But passion is better,
And cold hard cash can say the same solo.
Springtime in Paris,
Is reckless and careless,
And life is more than just a fashion show,
And somewhere in the distance,
Is a voice I recognize,
A poet I've forgotten 'til tonight,
You give me reason to live,
You give me all of what is,
You make it hard to deny,
That I'm falling down on love.
Down on love
You lose it,
You find it,
Like a wristwatch,
You wind it,
You get so absentminded,
That you almost lose yourself,
And somewhere in the distance,
Is a voice I recognize,
A poet I've forgotten 'til tonight,
You give me reason to live,
You give me all of what is,
You make it hard to deny,
That I'm falling down on love.
Down on love,
Down on love,
Down on love.
And somewhere in the distance,
Is a voice I recognize,
A poet I've forgotten 'til tonight,
You give me reason to live,
You give me all of what is,
You make it hard to deny,
That I'm falling down on love.
Down on love,
Down on love,
Down on love.
