This Ain’t Love

Her hair was tossed like Spanish moss
Hanging long and loose
And I'm not above what fools call love
Underneath the moon
She is like the sunshine
When she smiles at me
Lighting up this warm night
With possibility

When I hear that crooked tune
I dance my crooked dance
I could be her total fool
Given half a chance
Any fool can make up a story in his mind
And anything will trip you up
When you are running blind

Chorus
Damn her eyes, I was fine
Right here by myself
This ain't love, this ain't love
This is something else

It's something else
Oh it's something else

People say they're OK
When you know they're not
Just one kiss and you will risk
Everything you got
Should have learned this lesson
From headaches I've been through
She is no exception
Oh and I have no excuse

Chorus

Her hair was tossed like Spanish moss
Hanging long and loose
I'm not above what foots call love
Underneath the moon