I don't wanna write another love song
Since all of the love's gone
She's gone away, yeah, yeah
So, baby, I'll sing something different
But would you listen to what I say?
'Cause it's just no use, I'm making you my thing
If it ain't about you then, I've run out of words to say, ye-ye-ye-yes
I just can't stop writing songs about you
I just can't stop writing songs about you
I just can't stop writing songs about you
Maybe I don't want to
Maybe I don't want to
I don't even know what I'm thinking, and I'm not even drinking
But I'm drunk on you, you, you
You're the rhythm and the groove, and you're the sweetest melody
Baby, I just can't dance unless you're dancing right here next to me
'Cause it's just no use, I'm making you my thing, mmm-mmm-hmm
If it ain't about you, then, boy, it ain't the same
Oh no, no-no-no-no
I just can't stop writing songs about you
I just can't stop writing songs about you
I just can't stop writing songs about you
Maybe I don't want to
Maybe I don't want to
Every single night, every single night
Always on my mind, always on my mind
Only wanna write, only wanna write
Only wanna write songs about you (oh)
I just can't stop writing songs about you (songs about you, yeah)
I just can't stop writing songs about you (songs about you, yeah)
I just can't stop writing songs about you
Maybe I don't want to
Maybe I don't want to
Can't stop, can't stop, ooh no
Can't stop, can't stop, oh no-no-no-no
Can't stop, can't stop, ooh no
Can't stop, can't stop, oh no-no-no-no
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