Thing Called Love Lyrics
by John Hiatt
Don't have to humble yourself to me, I ain't your judge or your Cain
Baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba
We may not even have our dignity, this could be just a powerful thing,
Baby we can choose you know we ain't no amoeba
Are you ready for this thing called love
Don't come from you and me, it comes from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves,
Are you ready for this thing called love
You ain't some icon carved out of soap, sent down here to clean up my reputation
Baby, I ain't your Prince Charming,
Now we can live in fear or act out of hope, for some kind of peaceful situation
Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming
Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans,
And glide off down the lake,
Whether your sunglasses are off or on,
You only see the world you make,
Before the laws of God and man I take you for my wife
To love, honour, cherish and obey,
Now I didn't have no plans to live this kind of life
It just worked out that way
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