Whos That Girl

Whos That Girl
The language of love
slips from my lover's tongue
cooler than ice cream
and warmer than the sun
dumb hearts get broken
just like china cups
the language of love
has left me broken on the rocks
But there's just one thing
(just one thing)
but there's just one thing
and i really wannna know
Who's that girl
running around with you?
tell me
who's that girl
running around with you?
The language of love
has left me stony grey
tongue tied and twisted
at the price i've had to pay
your careless notions
have silenced these emotions
look at all the foolishness
your lover's talk has done

'The language of love flows effortlessly from my lover's lips, enveloping me in a sensation cooler than ice cream yet warmer than the sun. However, like fragile china cups, hearts are often shattered in the process...