In a sitch like this you've gotta think And I don't think you think about the way he thinks And I know you live life for yourself But it all comes down to the way you help
And I know your life is such a hell You wake up early and you work until You have your drinks at 5 o'clock The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt
Your hopes, your dreams, your everything Well, momma I hope, I dream, that you won't leave
And I have a question! What is love? What is love? Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh Is it giving up? Well cause that's not how you raised me, yeah.
In a sitch like this you gotta think And I don't think you think about the way She thinks And I know you work hard everyday But it all comes down to the way you're Paid
And I know you're oh so sorry dad I truly believe that you're a better man Than to share one kiss then give away All the love you come home everyday
To your hopes, your dreams, your everything Well daddy, I hope, I dream that she won't leave
And I have a question! What is love? What is love? Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh Is it giving up? Cause that's not how you raised me. And what is love? What is love? Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
See, I don't know anymore; I used to look up to that love.
teal_music · Mon Aug 08, 2011 @ 02:07am · 1 Comments |