(Bill Withers)



Your love is like a chunk of gold

Hard to get and it's hard to hold

Just like a rose that's soft to touch

Love has thorns and it hurts so much



Well then why must the same love

That made me laugh make me cry



Well now think of love as sitting on a mountain

Think of it of being a great big rock

Well I did it before you start to roll me down

Because once you've started you can't make it stop



I'll give it all I have to give

And if you don't want me

I don't want to live



Well then why must the same love

That made me laugh make me cry



Why you wanna make me cry?

Why you wanna make me cry?

Why you wanna make me cry?

Why you wanna make me cry?

Why you wanna make me cry?

Why you wanna make me cry?

Why do you wanna make me cry?