Thing Called Love Songtext
von John Hiatt & The Goners

Don′t have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king
Baby, you know you ain′t no Queen of Sheba

We may not even have our own dignity, no
This could be just a prideful thing
Baby, we can choose, you know we ain't no amoebas

But are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you, come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for this thing called love?

And you ain′t some icon carved out of soap
Sent down here to clean up my reputation
Baby, I ain't your prince charming

Now we can live in fear or act out of hope
For some kind of peaceful situation
Baby, don′t know why the cry of love is so alarming


But are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from me and you, come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for this thing called love?

The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans
And glide off down the lake
Whether your sunglasses are off or on
You only see the world you make

Before the laws of God and the laws of man I take you for my wife, yeah
To love, honor, cherish and obey
Now, I didn′t have no plans to live this kind of life, no
It just worked out that way

And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don't come from you and me, come from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves
And are you ready for it?

And are you ready for this thing called love?
Don′t come from you and me, come from up above
I ain′t no porcupine, take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for this thing called love?


Just a crazy little thing called love
Just a crazy little thing called love
It's just a crazy little thing called love
It′s just a crazy little thing called love

Just a, just a crazy little thing called love
Oh, it's just a crazy little thing called love
Baby, it′s just a crazy little thing called love
Baby, it's just a crazy little thing called love
Love, love, love