Concrete Love - Julia Fordham

No butterflies no butterfingers

No «ah me» that lingers

On and on when you are gone

No last dance from the lake swan

No string quartet playing in my head

No sweet Juliet

No thunder bolt from up above

Just good old plain old concrete love

Good old plain old concrete love

No jelly legs no trembling weak knees

No belly knots in me

I can eat and I can sleep

No twisted tongue that can’t speak

No lunar walk no floating cloud talk

No ten out of ten to report

No thunderbolt from up above

You snuck up on me

You waited patiently

You snuck up on me

Won’t you come

Won’t you come over darling

Won’t you come

Cause I want some

Bring it on bring it on

Over

Concrete love