Pulp
F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.
(Jarvis Cocker, Russell Senior, Steve Mackey, Candida Doyle, Nick Banks, Mark Webber) 

A5
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

Dm  C   Dm  C
What
Em  Dm  Em  Dm
is
F   Em  F   Em
this
                Em  Dm  Em  Dm
feeling called love?


Why me?
Why you?
Why here?
And why now?

Dm  C        Dm            C
It doesn't make no sense, no
Em    Dm    Em  Dm
It's not convenient, no
F   Em      F       Em
It doesn't fit my plans
           Em       Dm       Em   Dm
So it's something I don't understand, oh

Dm  C   Dm  C
F.E.E.L.I.N.G.
Em    Dm    Em    Dm
C.A. Double L.E.D.
F   Em  F   Em
L.O.V.E.
Em            Dm             Em          Dm
What is this thing that's happening to me, oh?

(and as I stand and cross the room, 
I feel as if my whole life has been 
leading to this one moment. And as 
I touch your shoulder, tonight, 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 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?

Oh!
It doesn't make no sense, no
It's not convenient, no
It doesn't fit my plans
But I've got that taste in my mouth again, oh

F.E.E.L.I.N.G.
C.A. Double L.E.D.
L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that's happening to me, oh?

(And the whole world begins to spin and spin 
outside the window, faster and faster and faster, 
and this is the only place in focus, 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's happening to me, oh yeah?

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh