[00:18.430]Love Child Fibes,Oh Fibes
[00:19.680]I was born by a mother at the school of understanding
[00:23.230]And raised by a sister who taught me I could be standing
[00:28.130]At the age at seven I fell in love with Blackie
[00:31.930]And nothing could come in my way
[00:34.890]When women go smiling I start running
[00:40.490]When women go talking I start blushing
[00:44.790]When women start asking why I keep on falling
[00:48.440]I can't stop running away
[00:51.640]They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
[00:57.840]You shouldn't be talking to me
[01:01.448]They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
[01:05.998]You shouldn't be talking to me
[01:19.498]I soon turned eleven I was lost and seperated
[01:23.198]it was "Head over heals that got me stimulated
[01:26.348]Like John McEnroe my sky kept on falling
[01:32.548]I knew I had something to say
[01:35.548]When women go smiling I start running
[01:39.548]When women go talking I start blushing
[01:42.198]When women start asking why I keep on falling
[01:48.48]I can't stop running away
[01:52.930]They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
[01:57.430]You shouldn't be talking to me
[02:00.530]They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
[02:03.730]You shouldn't be talking to me

Love Child Fibes,Oh Fibes
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 at seven I fell in love with Blackie
And nothing could come in my way
When women go smiling I start running
When women go talking I start blushing
When women start asking why I keep on falling
I can't stop running away
They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
I soon turned eleven I was lost and seperated
it was "Head over heals that got me stimulated
Like John McEnroe my sky kept on falling
I knew I had something to say
When women go smiling I start running
When women go talking I start blushing
When women start asking why I keep on falling
I can't stop running away
They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me
They call me little love child with a thorn in my side
You shouldn't be talking to me