Thing Called Love (live acoustic) John Hiatt

Don't have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king
Baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba
We may not even have our dignity, no
This could be just a prideful thing
Baby, we can choose, y'know, we ain't no amoebas

But are you ready for this thing called love
Don't come from me and you, it come from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for this thing called love

And you ain't some icon carved out of soap
Sent down here to clean up my reputation
Baby, I ain't your Prince Charming
Now, we can live in fear or act out of hope
For some kind of peaceful situation
Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming

But are you ready for this thing called love
Don't come from you and me, it come from up above
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves
Are you ready for this thing called love

The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans
And glide off down the lake
Whether your sunglasses are off or on
You only see the world you make