Finally found a fella Almost completely divine, But his vocabulary Is killing this romance of mine.
We get into an intimate situation, And then begins this character's conversation.
He says, murder, he says Every time we kiss, He says, murder, he says At a time like this. He says, murder, he says, Is that the language of love?
He says, solid, he says, Takes me in his arms, And says, solid, he says, Meaning all my charms. He says, solid, he says, Is that the language of love?
He says, chick, chick, You torture me, Zoom, are we livin'? I'm thinkin of leaving him flat.
He says, dig, dig the jumps, The old ticker is giving, He can talk plainer than that.
He says, murder, he says, Every time we kiss, He says, murder, he says, Keep it up like this. He says, murder, he says In that impossible tone.
We'll bring on nobody's murder But his own!
He says, Jackson, he says, And my name's Marie, He says, Jackson, he says, Shoot the snoot for me. He says, Jackson, he says, Is that the language of love?
He says, mmmhmm, When he likes my hat, He says, tsk tsk tsk, What the heck is that? He says, woo hoo!, he says, Is that the language of love?
He says, hep hep with helium, Now babe, we're cookin', Another expression's too ill. He says, we're in the groove And the groove is good lookin', Sounds like his uppers don't fit!
He says, murder, he says, Every time we kiss, He says, murder, he says, Keep it up like this. In that, murder, he says, In that impossible tone.