Was this Love Written in the Stars?

Was this love, written in the stars, or was it just tagged on a wall?
If this love came from above, why’s it feel like it was scratched in a bathroom stall.
I don’t know if it feels like it should, but babe, if it feels this good,
then scribed in the stars, or scrawled on the street, this love feels right to me

I want to take you to New Orleans, let you have your way with me.
Listen to the Doctor all night long, feel the magic of his gris-gris.
Take me in the alley in the dead of night, hold me, feel my soul take flight,
we’ll dance all night and drink til’ dawn, and I don’t care if it’s right or wrong.

Was this love, written in the stars, or was it just tagged on a wall?
If this love came from above, why’s it feel like it was scratched in a bathroom stall.
I don’t know if it feels like it should, but babe, if it feels this good,
then scribed in the stars, or scrawled on the street, this love feels right to me

Solo

I want to travel through time with you, find out where forever ends.
I want to hold you in the moonlight, to an orchestra of violins,
I want to feel your heartbeat, taste the salt upon your skin,
I want to ride (you) to oblivion, and then I want to do it all again,

So tell me, Was this love, written in the stars, or was it just tagged on a wall?
If this love came from above, why’s it feel like it was scratched in a bathroom stall.
I don’t know if it feels like it should, but babe, if it feels this good,
then scribed in the stars, or scrawled on the street, this love feels right to me
scribed in the stars, or scrawled on the street, this love feels right to me

- Ad lib -

Oh, this love feels right to me.