(HendricksWeston)

Love

Who knows about love

And even those who do know

Won't reveal it



Back when you were in your prime

Love was just a waste of time

Once you'd flirt discreetly

Now you give completely

that's pretty strange

you can try to play at love

Even be blas at love

But although you doubt it

you can't live without it

That's pretty strange



Love

Who knows about it

And even those who do know

Won't reveal it



Love can make you cry sometimes

make you want to die sometimes

But when cryin's done then

Love is so much fun then

That's pretty strange