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