Is it the passion, is it the pleasure? Give me a reason you wanna hurt us Taste of our kisses, touch of our fingers
That make you wanna like you do, like you do
Just don´t call it love Don´t call it love Just don´t call it love Don´t call it love Just don´t call it love Don´t call it love What makes you wanna like you do, know you do Just don´t call it love
Infatuated, inflated ego Intoxicated by what she told ya Laugh at your jokes and gaze in your eyes ´til It made you wanna like you do, like you do
Please don´t call it love Don´t call it love
Just don´t call it love Don´t call it love Just don´t call it love Don´t call it love What makes you wanna like you do, know you do Just don´t call it love
Just don´t call it love, love, love Just don´t call it love What makes you wanna like you do, know you do Just don´t call it love
So do me a favor Know you´re ´bout to break my heart And tell me whatever, I just need to keep this part So don´t, don´t
Just don´t call it love What makes you wanna like you do, know you do Just don´t call it love Just don´t call it love Just don´t call it love Just don´t call it love