A shirt tucked out,

And your hands tucked in.

When dark things come calling,

They want you to hear.

The sweet humming underground;

Sleeveless and tired.

A love type thing, a sure type thing.

Keep your ears wide open

For the sound of the door.

If they want you, they'll take you,

And that is for sure.

The sweet humming underground;

Sleeveless and sore.

A love type thing, a sure type thing.

A love type thing, a sure type thing.

Oh it's a love type thing, a sure type thing.

Oh it's a love type thing, a sure type thing.