love, love in the morning, love in the afternoon
Love, love like a steam train whistle that's blowing
Love like the face of the moon
Love on the island, love on the bridge
Love in the aisle and the supermarket fridge
Love in the fountain, love in the mist
And love on the mountain where we first kissed
Love going down and coming up soon
Love in the afternoon
Are you going my way, walking across the room
Hiding in the shadows, in the dark gloom
Come out from the curtain, put down the broom
Cinderella on the highway sweeping over my tomb
Well the ball is still rolling but it'll be midnight soon
Love never goes my way, still there's love in the afternoon
Love like a joker, changing his clothes
Love like a smoker holding his nose
Can't stand the waiting for the summer in june
Love in the autumn wearing red shoes
Love like the falling leaves on sand dune
Love could be late to blossom, but soon it will bloom
Love in the flotsam, in the jettsam like a melody's tune
floating like a harmony, love in the afternoon
Love can be weak, love can be strong
love cheek to cheek, love's a love song
Love let's you speak, but doesn't need words
Love's what you seek, when you listen to the birds
Love is so sure and love is so soon
Love stands in your door, like a charm or a boon
Oh love, love in the afternoon
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