Can't Call It Love - Deva Mahal

I’m feeling you like an old school instrumental

I’m getting in the mood, and feeling sentimental

The way you look at me, no, it ain’t accidental

Though I ain’t clear if it’s real, or if you’ve hit me central

Cause I’m not the type to automatically get complicated

Though your time and affection show nuff appreciated

I understand, real love is underestimated

For such a blessing, gotta know that I really waited

Really waited

Just can’t call it love, no baby no, no baby no

Just can’t call it love, no baby no, no baby no

Chemistry is dynamite, like Vogel bread and Marmite

But what if we collide like Superman and kryptonite?

Opposite ends, baby of the periodic table

Molecules, when joined, becoming unstable

But I’m not the type to straight jump into the deep end

Though I am feeling you, I cannot pretend

Oh no, I cannot pretend

Just can’t call it love, no baby no, no baby no

Just can’t call it love, no baby no, no baby no