It Must Be Love ” Alan Jackson “

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You ever get that feeling where your heart’s doing cartwheels, and you can’t tell if you’re nervous or just ridiculously happy? That’s what It Must Be Love is all about. This song’s like a late-night chat with someone you adore—it’s raw, it’s real, and it’s got that little spark that makes you grin like an idiot. I wrote it imagining two people stumbling into love, not with grand gestures or cheesy movie lines, but with those quiet, electric moments that sneak up on you—like brushing hands by accident or catching them singing off-key in the kitchen.

The melody? Oh, it’s got this bouncy, warm vibe—think acoustic guitar strums that feel like a sunny afternoon, mixed with a beat that makes you tap your foot without even realizing it. The chorus hits you right in the chest: “It must be love, ‘cause nothing else feels this wild, this sweet, this much.” It’s simple, sure, but that’s the point—love doesn’t need big words to knock you off your feet. It’s in the way the verses spill out, a little messy, a little playful, like someone trying to explain why they can’t stop thinking about you.

What makes this song stick with me—and hopefully with you—is how it captures that “oh, crap, I’m in deep” moment. There’s a line in there, “Your laugh’s a thief, stealing every thought I own,” that I’m stupidly proud of. It’s not just some sappy ballad; it’s got quirks—like how love makes you fumble, blush, or say the dumbest things at the worst times. Maybe it’s not history-making like Elvis shaking his hips, but it’s personal. It’s the kind of tune you’d hum when you’re washing dishes, thinking about someone who’s turned your world upside down.

So, why’d I write it? Honestly, it’s for anyone who’s ever felt that jolt—like love’s this secret you didn’t sign up for, but you’re so glad it found you. It’s not perfect, and neither is love, right? But that’s what makes it so damn good. What do you think—does it feel like your kind of song?

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Lyrics

First I get cold then hot
Think I’m on fire I’m not
Oh what a pain I’ve got it must be love
There’s nothing I can do
All that I want is you
Look what I’m going through it must be love
It must be love it must be love
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove
You must be the dream I’ve been dreamin’ of
Oh what a feelin’ it must be love
Something is wrong alright
I think of you all night
Can’t sleep ’till mornin’ light it must be love
Seein’ you in my dreams
Holdin’ you close to me
Oh what else can it be it must be love
It must be love it must be love
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove
You must be the dream I’ve been dreamin’ of
Oh what a feelin’ it must be love
It must be love it must be love
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove
You must be the dream I’ve been dreamin’ of
Oh what a feelin’ it must be love
It must be love it must be love
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove
You must be the dream I’ve been dreamin’ of
Oh what a feelin’ it must be love
It must be love it must be love
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove
You must be the dream I’ve been dreamin’ of
Oh what a feelin’ it must be love
It must be love it must be love
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove
You must be the dream I’ve been dreamin’ of

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