(Jim Steinman)

Baby we can talk all night

But that ain't getting us nowhere

I told you everything I possibly can

There's nothing left inside of here

And may be you can cry all night

But that'll never change the way that I feel

The snow is really piling up outside

I wish you wouldn't make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out

I tired to show you just how much I care

I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout

But you've been cold to me so long

I'm crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

Cause two out of three ain't bad

Don't be sad

Cause two out of three ain't bad

Youl never find your gold on a sandy bech

You'll never drill for oil on a city street

I know you're looking for a ruby

in a mountain of rocks

Byt there ain't no Coupe de Ville

hiding at the bottom

of a cracker jack box

I can't lie

I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not

No matter how I try

I'll never be able

To give you something

Something that I just haven't got

Well there's only one boy that I will ever love

And that was so many years ago

And though I'll never get him out of my heart

He never loved me back

ooh I know

Well I remember how he left me

on the stormy night

He kissed me and got out of our bed

And though I pleaded and begget him

not to walk out that door

He packed his bag and turned away

And he kept on telling me,

He kept on telling me,

He kept on telling me

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you-