Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido

Ohohohohohoh

I was born, by a mother

at the school of understanding
And raised, by a sister
Who taught me I could be standing

At the age of seven
I fell in love with Blackie
And nothing could come in my way


When women go smilin
I start running

When women go talkin
I start bushing
When women start asking

Why I keep on falling (Why i keep on falling)
I can't stop running away


They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me

They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side
You shouln't be talking to me


Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh


I soon turned eleven
I was lost and seperated

It was "head over heals"
that go me stimulated
Like John McEnroe, my sky kept on falling

I knew I had something to say

When women go smilin (smilin)

I start running (I start running)
When women go talkin (talkin)
I start bushing (I start blushing)

When women start asking (start asking)
Why I keep on falling (Why i keep on falling)
I can't stop running away


They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side

You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side

You shouln't be talking to me

Ohohohohohohbido

Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh


They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side

You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child
with a thorn in my side

You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove child)
with a thorn in my side

You shouln't be talking to me
They call me little Love Child (they call me loooove cild)
with a thorn in my side

You shouln't be talking to me

Ohohohohohohbido

Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohohbido
Ohohohohohoh