Where Is The Love

I first saw you on the centre spread of my favourite magazine
Not too shy, but you stirred the ghost inside my machine,
Made me forget about Einstein and his time of sense.
Are you really flesh and blood, or full of phony sentiments?

Where is the love, where is the love,
Where is the love that's on your mind?

Can't say no when you want to strike,
While the fire is hot in your eyes.
It's better than dancing to the same old song,
Don't want to hear those lies.
You got free agents biting at your heels,
But you ain't lying low,
There's too many headhunters out of their trees,
Want to show you everything that they know.

Where is the love, where is the love,
Where is the love that's on your mind?
Show me the love, show me the love,
Show me the love that's on your mind.

Your begging letters arrive each day,
Falling on my front door mat.
Is this an early warning of a planned attack?
Are you ready for a final showdown?
Is that what you intend?
'Cause if your loving's as true as your word,
I'm trapped in a lion's den.

Where is the love, where is the love,
Where is the love that's on your mind?
Show me the love, show me the love,
Show me the love that's on your mind.