Delta Goodrem - I Believe In a Thing Called Love Lyrics
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I Believe In a Thing Called Love
I Believe In a Thing Called Love Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For I Believe In a Thing Called Love By Delta Goodrem?
Can't explain all the feelingse
that you're making me feel My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel Touching you, touching me Touching you, God, you're touching me I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now We'll be rocking till the sun goes down I believe in a thing called love I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day You got me in a spin but everything is okay Touching you, touching me Touching you cause you're touching me I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now We'll be rocking till the sun goes down I believe in a thing called love Touching you, touching me Touching you good, you're touching me I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now We'll be rocking till the sun goes down I believe in a thing called love I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now We'll be rocking till the sun goes down I believe in a thing called love |
Who Wrote I Believe In a Thing Called Love By Delta Goodrem?
Daniel Francis Hawkins, Francis Gilles Poullain-patterson, Edwin James Graham, Justin Hawkins
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