Pulp — F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

The room is cold And has been like this for several months If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it Right down Right down to the broken handle On the third drawer down of the dressing table And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape The same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day Just like a modern shopping centre And it's so cold Yeah, it's so cold What... Is... This... Feeling called love? Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now? It doesn't make no sense, no It's not convenient, no It doesn't fit my plans, no It's something I don't understand, oh F-E-E-L-I-N-G (And as I stand and cross the room) C-A double L-E-D (I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment) L-O-V-E (And as I touch your shoulder tonight) What is this thing that is happening to me? (This room has become the centre of the entire universe) So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach Like I'm standing on the top of a very high building Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies But this isn't chocolate boxes and roses It's dirtier than that Like some small animal that only comes out at night And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts And the curve of your belly And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath And it's so cold Yeah, it's so cold What... Is... This... Feeling called love? Why me? Why you? Why here? And why now? It doesn't make no sense, no It's not convenient, no It doesn't fit my plans But I got that taste in my mouth again, oh F-E-E-L-I-N-G (And the whole world begins to spin and spin outside the window) C-A double L-E-D (Faster and faster and faster) L-O-V-E (And this is the only place in focus) What is this thing that is happening to me? (The hook upon which everything else revolves) (Oh yeah) F-E-E-L-I-N-G C-A double L-E-D L-O-V-E What is this thing that is happening to me? (Oh yeah) oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh