Yes I Like stormy weather  from my window  You ain't, yeah, you ain't so clever  You got it all made up    But it feels like love, love, love  Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch    I sit around to pass the time  I try to get it off my mind  And I live in a world oh so small  That I can't get around at all    And it feels like love, love, love  Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch    What did I say?  What did I say?  What did I say?  Oh, I didn't mean it    What did I do  Or take of you?  Oh, I didn't mean it  Oh, oh, I didn't mean it!    I'm not saying it's all made up  It's people there, to comb your hair  And I'll think out another song  Won't kill that, so beautiful    So it feels like love, love, love  Oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch    What did I say?  What did I say?  What did I say?  Oh, I didn't mean it    What did I do  Or take of you?  What did I do?  Oh, I didn't mean it  Oh, oh, I didn't mean it!    And it feels like love, love, love,  Yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch... [x4]