[Boulton/Marsh] Oh I know love is the name of the game But what I'm feeling, well it ain't the same Whoa, whoa, whoa, you've got me on my knees There ain't a doctor with a miracle cure to shoot inside of me Oh the way she talks, the way she walks The way she throws her hair when she walks down the city streets Its a criminal offence (oh yeah) Oh her stiletto heeled strut could start a cardiac, oh that's a fact She's a certified thief of hearts (oh yeah) She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen More than a pretty face Smoother than a slick black limousine More than a pretty smile Anytime, anyplace, anywhere (Oh you know what I mean) Oh she's more (yeah) more (yeah) Oh much more than a pretty face I know the symptoms and I've got them all I need her affection before I stumble and fall Oh deep down inside you know that its a crime Just you and me on the back seat honey, we could have a hell of a time Oh the ways she talks...