DThis thing, called Glove, I just C can`t handle Git,
Dthis, thing, Gcalled love, I must, Cget round to Git,
DI anit ready, Bb Crazy Clittle thing called Dlove.
DThis thing, called Glove, it cries, Cin craddle at Gnight,
Dit swings, it Gjives, it shakes, Call overlike a Gjelly-fish,
DI kinda like Bbit, Crazy Clittle thing called Dlove.
GThere goes my baby, she Cknows how to rock and Groll,
DShe drives me crazy, she Ggives me hot and cold Afever,
Fthen she leaves me Ein a cool, cool Asweat.
DI gotta be cool, relax, get hip,
Gget on my Ctracks, take Ga back seat, Dhitch-hike
GAnd take a long Cride on my Gmotor bike until I`m Dready,
BbCrazy Little Cthing called Dlove.
BbCrazy little Cthing called Dlove.