Текст Tammy Wynette – (Or) Is It Love

Each time you touch me
That little tingle goes up and down my spine
I feel a trembling on my lips
When you press yours to mine.

And these butterflies
Won’t let me eat at suppertime
Have I lost my mind
Or is it love?

Instrumental

You make my heart beat
Until it’s sounding like it’s on over time
The chill of winter goes up and down me
But it’s still summertime.

And why am I walking
Way up on this cloud so high
Have I’ve grown wings to fly
Or is it love?

And why am I walking
Way up on this cloud so high
Have I’ve grown wings to fly
Or is it love?