[verse] C a Monday morning you meet me at the hotel C You bought me coffee just to spill it on yourself F But you never take things seriously G It's kinda why I like you so much honestly C I wrote a note and left it folded in your pocket C You taped it to your wall in your New York apartment F Kissing in the taxi cab G 'Til the driver gives us dirty looks back C Oh, it's l-o-v-e C Or something like that You're crazy F But it's not in a bad way Dancing on the highway G You make me feel older than 17 C Yeah, this is l-o-v-e C Or something really close Hey baby F I think you're really dope I honestly don't know why G I should ever leave your side 'Cause this is love, right? [outro] C