The love thing...

Your body moves in new directions,
Your brain is losing its connections,
Somebody gave you an injection,
Now you're a state to the affection,
You're talking to your own reflection

And you know that is the love thing
You're like a puppet on the master's string...
Yeah it's the love thing
There ain't no remedy against that strain...

Now you know what you've been missing before,
Once it's open ain't no closing that door,
Try for free but they are pushing for more,
It's the... the love... the love... the love thing...

You're reading poetry of passion,
Turning into a follower of fashion,
You're tired to talk of bad emotions,
You're buying tons of body lotions,
Can't think, your mind's in a commotion

And you know that is the love thing
You're like a puppet on the master's string...
Yeah it's the love thing
There ain't no remedy against that strain...

Now you know what you've been missing before,
Once it's open ain't no closing that door,
Try for free but they are pushing for more,
It's the... the love... the love... the love thing...

Now you never eat
You never go to sleep
It's more than you can take...
This warm little fire
Burning through the night
It's keeping you awake...

And you know...

And you know...

And you know that is the love thing
You're like a puppet on the master's string...
Yeah it's the love thing
There ain't no remedy against that strain...