Love Comes in Spurts - Nouvelle Vague, Élodie Frégé

I was a child

Who wanted love that was wild

Though tight as slow motion

But crazed with devotion

Insane with devotion

A whole other notion

I was fourteen and a half

And it wasn’t no laugh

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts (it always hurts)

I just can’t get wise

To those tragical lies

Though I now know the facts

They still cut like an axe

Cuz love comes in spurts

In dangerous flirts

And it murders your heart

They didn’t tell you that part

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

I just can’t get wise

To those tragical lies

Though I now know the facts

They still cut like an axe

Cuz love comes in spurts

In dangerous flirts

And it murders your heart

They didn’t tell you that part

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts

Love comes in spurts