Lyrics: Techy Tanveer
Music: Techy Tanveer
My pen taps the desk.
My mind's in a mess.
Just one person, I confess.
It's you, I guess.
Then you look my way.
Don't know what to say.
Feelin' like it's a holiday.
Whoa-oh, here we go.
You got that funky kind of love.
Lift me up, just like a dove.
You're the one I'm thinkin' of.
Yeah, you got that funky kind of love.
Funky love!
(Yeah, yeah!)
Funky love!
You pass me a note.
The best thing you wrote.
"Will you meet me after school?"
You break every rule.
Then you smile that way.
Don't know what to say.
Feelin' like it's a holiday.
Whoa-oh, here we go.
You got that funky kind of love.
Lift me up, just like a dove.
You're the one I'm thinkin' of.
Yeah, you got that funky kind of love.
The world just fades out.
No room for a doubt.
Just you and me, and this funky beat.
Our story's complete.
(Yeah!) You got that funky kind of love!
(Lift me up!) Just like a dove!
You're the one I'm thinkin' of!
Yeah, you got that funky kind of love!