Each time you touch me that little tingle goes up and down my spine
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I feel a trembling on my lips when you press yours to mine
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And these butterflies won't let me eat at suppertime have I lost my mind or is it love
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You make my heart beat until it's sounding like it's on over time
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The chill of winter goes up and down me but it's still summertime
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And why am I walking way up on this cloud so high
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Have I've grown wings to fly or is it love
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And why am I walking...
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(or) Is It Love
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| Tammy Wynette |
