Kind of Love lyrics
by The Correspondents
An open road, foot to the floor
Kind of love
A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love
Cliche fulfilled, candle lit
You spin around to some poppy sh*t
I think this is it. This is it
Watching your drunken stepped pirouettes
Made me think a thought I haven't thought of yet:
I have no regrets. No regrets