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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? '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 and 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 |