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Maybe It's Love? Video (MV)




Performed By: Mooreyardi
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Sean Moore




Mooreyardi - Maybe It's Love? Lyrics




13, one threat of police are requesting an ambulance
On detail, near screaming, for one
Beside the Irish social pub at the 19 Pack St
Of West Rocksberry
1-9 Pack St

Slow
Don't fall
In love, in love
Take it nice and slow
Make my dreams unfold
I know you got your own thing going on
I know you got your own thing going on
Take it nice and slow
Make my dreams unfold
I know you got your own thing going on
Maybe it's love in the air?
Maybe it's Patron?

Sometimes you talk too much
I know we ain't talk too much
But I taught you what I was taught, to love
You was dropping bombs
You was dropping knowledge on my mental
Talking about the world
Took me through dimensions, what a sensation
And the way that she play with her words
Got me thinking, "Man I don't even deserve her"
I don't want to touch
Want to observe her
Yeah

Ooo
Don't even have to try
You got my attention
Is it something in the air?
Or something I'm missing?
What is this feeling
That I'm having with you, huh?
Want to love
Yeah, all night

Maybe it's love?
Maybe it's not marriage
Maybe it's love?

Uh, blind to it
You was talking in metaphors
I was blind to it
I knew I felt the connection, though
It was mind-moving
You got my eyes moving
Everywhere, but out of place
Only thing I'm looking forward to is your embrace
I want to share more with you, maybe even a little space
Maybe in time, we can move into our own place

And the way that she play with her words
Got me thinking, "Man I don't even deserve her"
I don't want to touch
Want to observe her
Yeah

Maybe it's not marriage
Maybe it's love?
Well, whatever it is
Pretty get a lot away with you
I got a feeling
Love don't have to be the way
People say it is
Well, it's got to be that way with me
Cause I've only loved one man
And I got a living, I'm not going to
No other kind
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English

13, one threat of police are requesting an ambulance
On detail, near screaming, for one
Beside the Irish social pub at the 19 Pack St
Of West Rocksberry
1-9 Pack St

Slow
Don't fall
In love, in love
Take it nice and slow
Make my dreams unfold
I know you got your own thing going on
I know you got your own thing going on
Take it nice and slow
Make my dreams unfold
I know you got your own thing going on
Maybe it's love in the air?
Maybe it's Patron?

Sometimes you talk too much
I know we ain't talk too much
But I taught you what I was taught, to love
You was dropping bombs
You was dropping knowledge on my mental
Talking about the world
Took me through dimensions, what a sensation
And the way that she play with her words
Got me thinking, "Man I don't even deserve her"
I don't want to touch
Want to observe her
Yeah

Ooo
Don't even have to try
You got my attention
Is it something in the air?
Or something I'm missing?
What is this feeling
That I'm having with you, huh?
Want to love
Yeah, all night

Maybe it's love?
Maybe it's not marriage
Maybe it's love?

Uh, blind to it
You was talking in metaphors
I was blind to it
I knew I felt the connection, though
It was mind-moving
You got my eyes moving
Everywhere, but out of place
Only thing I'm looking forward to is your embrace
I want to share more with you, maybe even a little space
Maybe in time, we can move into our own place

And the way that she play with her words
Got me thinking, "Man I don't even deserve her"
I don't want to touch
Want to observe her
Yeah

Maybe it's not marriage
Maybe it's love?
Well, whatever it is
Pretty get a lot away with you
I got a feeling
Love don't have to be the way
People say it is
Well, it's got to be that way with me
Cause I've only loved one man
And I got a living, I'm not going to
No other kind
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Writer: Sean Moore
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