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I was born, by a mother
At the school of understanding
And raised, by a sister
Who taught me I could be standing
At the age of seven
I fell in love with Blackie
And nothing could come in my way
When women go smiling
I start running
When women go talking
I start bushing
When women start asking
Why I keep on falling (Why I keep on falling)
I can't stop running away
They call me little Love Child
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
I soon turned eleven
I was lost and seperated
It was "head over heels"
That go me stimulated
Like John McEnroe, my sky kept on falling
I knew I had something to say
When women go smiling (smiling)
I start running (I start running)
When women go talking (talking)
I start blushing (I start blushing)
When women start asking (start asking)
Why I keep on falling (Why I keep on falling)
I can't stop running away
They call me little Love Child
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh
They call me little Love Child
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child)
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child)
With a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
Ohohohohohohbido
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Ohohohohohohbido
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