Yes I like stormy weather
from my windowsill
You ain't, yeah, you ain't so clever
You got it all made up

But it feels like love, love, love
Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

I sit surround pass the time
I try to get it off my mind
And I live in a world oh so small
That I can get around it all

And it feels like love, love, love
Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

What did I say?
What did I say?
What did I say?
Oh, I didn't mean it

What did I do
Or take you?
Oh, I didn't mean it
Oh, oh, I didn't mean it!

I'm not saying it's all made up
It's people there, to comb your hair
And I'll sing that another song
Won't kill that, so beautiful

So it feels like love, love, love
Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch

What did I say?
What did I say?
What did I say?
Oh, I didn't mean it

What did I do
Or take you?
What did I do?
Oh, I didn't mean it
Oh, oh, I didn't mean it!

And it feels like love, love, love,
Yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch... [x4]