Love
Is a beautiful [bad word] thing
It sings at night like the wind
It stings your heart like a whip
It rocks your soul like a ship
And love
Is a beautiful [bad word] thing
It can mean everything
Or nothing at all
Such a feeling can make you tall
Or as small as a distant star
It's the cushion to break your fall
Love triumphs over all

Love
Is a beautiful [bad word] thing
And it gives the sweetest of pain
It wakes your spirit and then
You feel like living again
And rain

Falls when you think the Sun
Has just begun
To shine above
And love
Is mysterious as it's old
It's the secret you've never told
It's the tears of sorrow and joy
For that girl or that boy
It makes you feel
It makes you feel
It makes you feel
beautiful [bad word] thing

And love
Is a beautiful [bad word] thing
It can mean everything
Or nothing at all
Such a feeling could make you tall
Or as small as a distant star
It's the cushion to break your fall
Love triumphs over all
It makes you feel
beautiful [bad word] thing
Love