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[Intro: Haddaway & Quadeca]
—love
Love, love, love —
—No more
Love

[Verse 1: Quadeca & Haddaway]
Yeah, can't sit around and go and eat my chowder
'Cause my love's outside, man, she's pickin' wildflowers, yeah
If she doesn't take me, man, I still got my power
But before I go see her, I'ma take a shower, yeah (No love)
I hope this girl ain't that big of a coward
But I should focus on the main good things about her
Now I won't go and stop to doubt her
But before I do this, I'ma drink some sour powder
You motherfuckers spyin' on me while I'm spyin' on her, yeah
Wish you'd go homе and go die on the curb, yeah
But you don't know how I roll and how I swеrve, yeah—
—and say lots of love (Of love)
Because it's [?] and it would be the end of us (Yeah)
You really, really should know that I don't actually like ya ([?])
I wish I could get a porcupine and then I would go spike ya, yeah
I wish you— —go into the desert and then go run into a cactus
I wish I had something, that way, I could go and practice
[Chorus: Quadeca & Haddaway]
It's a little too late—
—In my way when I was findin' my love (Don't hurt me)
[?] if she liked me (Don't hurt me)
Oh yeah— (No more)
—You liked her and then you interrupted
So that's why I would spite yeah (Don't hurt me)
(Don't hurt me)
Right then (No more)
Right then, yeah (No more)—

[Verse 2: Quadeca & Haddaway]
—[?], but, man, I am prepared for you
Yeah, you remember when I once did care for you?
But now I'm gonna tear you off, and I got these knives pared for you
But, man, I got these things so I can break all your chairs for you
You think that you're better, that you always can feed 'em
But, man, I can lead 'em, and I don't need you, I don't even need 'em, yeah—
—Girl is the world like a silver pearl
Man, she's got hair, is a curl, like she's like a cinnamon swirl
But if you interrupted, then I'll get a squirrel
And, man, he'll turn your face into a cinnamon swirl, shyeah—
—If I did, I would go save her, and she'd see me even braver
But I know that the chances would have been wasted for ('Cause you!)
This is so crazy, I think I need a therapist
But, man, all these kids are almost like terrorists
Yeah, I got to go defeat 'em
Co-Come on now, where's Dr. Phil when you need him?
Shyeah!—
[Chorus: Quadeca & Haddaway]
—You got no love
And my girl get some love
She get some love
But you get no love
You get no love (Love!)—