Love is a shiny car 
Love is a steel guitar 
Love is a battle scar 
Love is a morning song 
Love is a twelve-bar blues 
Love is your blue suede shoes 
Love is a heart abused 
Love is a mind confused 

And love is the pleasures I'm told 
And for some love is still a band of gold 
My love has no reason, has no rhyme 
My love cross the double line 
Love is a mine of gold 
Love is a man to hold 
Love is a drowning soul 
Love is it's own reward 

And love is the pleasures I'm told 
And for some love is still a band of gold 
My love has no reason, has no rhyme 
My love cross the double line 
And love is the pleasures I'm told 
And for some love is still a band of gold 
My love has no reason, has no rhyme 
My love cross the double line 
Oh, my love cross the double line 
Oh, my love cross the double line