Текст песни It's Got To Be Love - Bobby Van & Kay Coulter

I love your eyes, but I wouldn't know the color
Aquamarine or emerald green
And if your hair couldn't possibly be duller
The shade I see looks gold to me
That's how naive I've grown to be
May we?

It's gotta be love, it couldn't be tonsillitis
It feels like neuritis, but nevertheless it's love
Don't tell me the pickles and pie a la mode they served me
Unnerved me and made my heart a broken down pump

It's gotta be love, it isn't the morning after
That makes every rafter go spinning around above
I'm sure that it's fatal for why do I get that sinking feeling?
I think that I'm dead, but nevertheless it's only love

It's gotta be love, it couldn't be fallen arches
Or too many starches, but nevertheless it's love
Don't tell me the lamp in the barber shop gave me sunstroke
With one stroke you made me feel like yesterday's hash

It's gotta be love, it couldn't be indigestion
Beyond any question, I'm fluttery as a dove
I've heard people say it's no worse than a cold
But, oh, that fever, I'm burned to a crisp
But nevertheless it's only love