we think its love

she waits up for me to get off work

i come in late and slip off her skirt

and we call it love but she asks for me to show her

I hold her tight

all through the night

til sun brings the dawn and i roll over

i meet those sleepy eyes and greet her pretty thighs

kiss her check and rest my head upon her shoulder

i see her smile it takes a while

but soon she turns to me and begs for me to hold her

to whom my dear do i owe this pleasure key to the greatest treasure

i look into her eyes and they say forever

and we think its love but she wants for me to tell her

a dirty man upon the street once told me love is only in the movies

i shrugged him off and carried on but it stayed with me and i begin to have my worries

she asks me when

I'll see her again

and i tell her soon

and she asks me to come over

shell kiss my ear and make it clear its me she wants beside her

and we call it love but she asks me to convince her

the old mans words

strike sharp my nerves

and in turn i begin to unravel

your letters say you feel one way

your hands tell me its cold upon your shoulder

i believe one time i once had love

a girl and i fit like a glove

and we called it love but still she found another