Rythm 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 colourful



Id like to put you in such romance

Take you down to Paris, France

Leave the Cafs and the bars

Walk the wintry boulevards



Is that a smile I see?

Well maybe youre 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



My rhythm is love



Coming at you

Just like this!