Besedila: Organ (The). Grab That Gun. Love, Love, Love.

See the people sitting over there
I want to kiss and touch them everywhere
Oh no, not because i really care
Oh god, no, no, i wouldn?t dare

Love, love
I?d really like a small part of it
Oh love
I cant believe the word love

He?s had love in damp alleys
In city hall, in city libraries
We smoked it underneath the playground

Slide
Why did i try ?

Oh love
We cry so very much about it
Oh love
Obsessing in the night about it
Oh love
I?d really like a small part of it
Oh love, love , love

Okay , that?s enough of that
Okay, okay now that?s enough of that
I?m getting very tired of the facts
I?m getting very tired of the fact that

I must be right
Oh, it must be right
That?s why i,m cold and alone again
That?s why i?m all on my own again
That?s why i?m throwing things around my
Home again
That?s why
I?m looking for love