Rhythm is love Heaven is just another word For this feeling call musical
Color is lust Because all the sexual things we do In my mind you make them all colorful
I'd like to put you in such romance Take you down to Paris, France Leave the Cafés and the bars Walk the wintry boulevards
Is that a smile I see? Well maybe you're not even looking at me 'Cause if you smile for no reason, the season is lost But if your love is the rhythm, my rhythm is love