(Love Is Like a) Heat Wave
Performed by Martha and the Vandellas
Whenever I'm with him
Something inside starts to burning
And I'm filled with desire
Could it be just the devil in me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be
Chorus:
It's like a heat wave burning in my heart
I can't keep from crying, it's tearing me apart
Sometimes I stare in space
Tears all over my face
I can't explain it, don't understand it
I never felt like this before
Now this funny feeling has me amazed
Don't know what to do
My head's in a haze
It's like a...
Repeat Chorus
Whenever he calls my name
Soft, low and sweet and plain
Right then, right there
I feel the burning flame
Has high blood pressure
Got a hold on me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be
It's like a...
Repeat Chorus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
I feel it burning right here in my heart
It's like a...
As I look back upon my younger daze,
I really was a maniac.
Blowing up a john with a cherry bomb,
Gave the janitor a cardiac.
Oh well, the teachers would say,
"They should lock him away
And throw away all of the keys -- please!
He's outta control,
The devil's gotta hold of his soul!"
Oh! Many were the times all my buddies and I
Joked upon a cigarette.
Get too drunk to talk and we could barely walk,
Swearing for the hell of it.
Then we'd hitch a ride to see the presiden't daughter,
Their parties were so out of sight --right!
Dance until dawn while her parents were clean outta town!
Yeah!
High school, preschool, (kindergarten rules)
No, twelve long years of the education blues!
Teachers, preachers, (principals and fools)
Man, I don't know how I ever made it through!
Oh yeah!
Then we'd hitch a ride to see the presiden't daughter,
Their parties were so out of sight --right!
Dance until dawn while her parents were clean out of town!
Yeah!
High school, preschool, (kindergarten rules)
No, twelve long years of the education blues!
Teachers, preachers, (principals and fools)
Man, I don't know how I ever made it through!