Echobelly - Four Letter Word текст песни

What a nice surprise,

Well have I spoilt your appetite,

And I told you once,

I told you once,

So let me tell you twice,

I wanted to say,

A toast to emotion,

Raise your glasses high,

And turn them this way,

A balance of hormones,

That make you feel like no one else,

Make you just the sane.

Heres to love, heres to hate,

Heres to all the things that makes me realise,

This is a four letter word,

Heres to fear, heres to fate,

Heres to all the things that makes me realise,

This is a four letter word oh oh.

Its coming loud and clear,

God I fancy you my dear,

Well I might be wrong,

I might be wrong,

I might need glasses all along,

My deepest emotions,

Nothing more than chemical equations,

Symphonies of stimulants,

Swimming round in a beating gland,

Really caused a traffic jam.

Heres to love, heres to hate,

Heres to everything that makes me realise,

This is a four letter word,

Heres to fear, heres to fate,

Heres to all the things that makes me realise,

This is a four letter word,

Heres to love, heres to hate,

Heres to everything that makes me realise,

This is a four letter word.