(Or) Is It Love

Each time you touch me

That little tingle goes up and down my spine

I feel a trembling on my lips

When you press yours to mine.

And these butterflies

Won't let me eat at suppertime

Have I lost my mind

Or is it love?

You make my heart beat

Until it's sounding like it's on over time

The chill of winter goes up and down me

But it's still summertime.

And why am I walking

Way up on this cloud so high

Have I've grown wings to fly

Or is it love?

And why am I walking

Way up on this cloud so high

Have I've grown wings to fly

Or is it love?