Rhythm is love
Heaven is just another word
For this feeling call musical
Color is lust
Because all the sexual things we do
In my mind you make them all colorful
I'd like to put you in such romance
Take you down to Paris, France
Leave the Cafés and the bars
Walk the wintry boulevards
Is that a smile I see?
Well maybe you're not even looking at me
'Cause if you smile for no reason, the season is lost
But if your love is the rhythm, my rhythm is love
My rhythm is love
Coming at you
Just like this!