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Grew up on the block, [Willow Ave]. 20 years later, so many things have changed...
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Friday, February 13, 2009
If This Isn't Love
I’m calling his phone up Just to tell him how much I really love him ‘cause His everything I want He listens to me, he cares for me So I truly believe
God sent me an angel Up from above That’s gonna love me for life Might as well be perfect only because It’s the only way I can describe, so
It this isn’t love, tell me what it is ‘Cause I could be dreaming or just plain crazy It this isn’t love, tell me what it is ‘Cause I never felt like this baby If this isn’t love
L-O-V-E, what is in me L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love L-O-V-E, what is in me L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love
I’m selfish ‘cause I don’t Wanna share him with nobody Not even knows People that came before me But see, I never believed
God would send me an angel Up from above That’s gonna love me for life Might as well be perfect only because It’s the only way I can describe, so
It this isn’t love, tell me what it is ‘Cause I could be dreaming or just plain crazy It this isn’t love, tell me what it is ‘Cause I never felt like this baby If this isn’t love
L-O-V-E, what is in me L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love L-O-V-E, what is in me L-O-V-E, oh
So if you got real love Lemme see you put your hands up See you put your hands up The kind of love that fits quite like a drug Lemme see you put your hands up See you put your hands up If this isn’t love ‘Cause I know I ain’t crazy I know I ain’t tripping I know I ain’t slipping I know that is love You see me with my hands up If you think I’m dreaming I know I ain’t dreaming ‘Cause this is the reason I love him because If this isn’t love
It this isn’t love, tell me what it is ‘Cause I could be dreaming or just plain crazy It this isn’t love, tell me what it is ‘Cause I never felt like this baby
L-O-V-E, what is in me L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love L-O-V-E, what is in me L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love
Love, L-O-V-E Love, L-O-V-E
I cry. Almost everytime I hear this song. I sing loudly. Almost everytime I hear this song. My hands go up in the air. Almost everytime I hear this song.
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