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Ain't Love the Damnedest Thing?

from The Many Moods of Mister Tom by Mister Tom Musick

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lyrics

Ain't love the damnedest thing?
The heart will boggle at the possibilities
The tongue will trepidate, did I mention the knees? It's all
Consuming when the act itself is looming
Monsieur, Madame, ain't love the damnedest thing?

The most delicious of the vices is desire
And the addicted always kindle their own fire
The embers crackle underneath our cultured airs
Beneath our cool, sophisticated derrières

Ain't love the damnedest thing?
The crows will nudge each other, wink and have a laugh
As blind and naked we traipse down the garden path, and once you
Go there, well, you ain't going nowhere
The gates have slammed, ain't love the damnedest thing?

Who would believe a buzz could carry such a sting?
What kind of god would cook up such a cunning thing?
Who would've known a high could lay someone so low?
If you're in for an ounce, my friend, you're in for a kilo

Ain't love the damnedest thing?
And you, my darling, are the darkest valentine
By far the sweetest of misfortunes to be mine, I love you
Dearly, but then I'm not thinking clearly
You are, I am… and love's the damnedest thing

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from The Many Moods of Mister Tom, released June 9, 2023

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Mister Tom Musick Chicago, Illinois

Mister Tom Musick is touched by your concern and consternation, and he appreciates your morbid fascination, but there’s nothing to be done for him now. The bloom is off the rose, the hour late. The bright dreams of his youth have burned away. And he’s the first to admit he’s got no gallant horse to ride; no hopes or ropes to fling you.

Just let him be the one to sing you down off the ledge.
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