Maybe it hurts you but what hurts it is love I caught your sparrow and I swapped if for dove I let it go to keep it grow baby, convert to love
So nice to meet you, let the counting begin You do your math and find your favourite twin Guess the equation of the yang with the yin
Love, love, love – it’s mathematics Love, love, love – making nine out of six Love, love, love – it’s mathematics Love, love, love, love
I took a look under your fabulous skin Taming your sinner and I made him scream If love hurts than hurt must be love
Love, love, love – it’s mathematics Love, love, love – making nine out of six Love, love, love – it’s mathematics One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight and nine and ten, eleven, eleven
Maybe it hurts you, I’m just breaking the spell Your sinner tamed now and delivered from hell To be true to yourself you must get younger than twelve Well…
Love, love, love – it’s mathematics Love, love, love – making nine out of six Love, love, love – it’s mathematics One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight and nine and ten, eleven, eleven
Yes and no between it’s you crucified I nailed you on and let the daisy decide To be true to yourself you must be younger than twelve
Love, love, love – it’s mathematics Love, love, love – making nine out of six Love, love, love – it’s mathematics One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight and nine and ten, eleven