When the truth is found to be lies
You know the joy within you dies
Don¹t you want somebody to love ?
Don¹t you want somebody to love ?
Wouldn¹t you love somebody to love ?
You better find someone to love
Find somebody to love
Find somebody to love
Find somebody to love
When the dawn is rose they are dead,
Yes, and you¹re mine, you¹re so full of red
Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his,
Yeah, but in your head, baby,
I¹m afraid you don¹t know
Where it is.
Tears are running,
Running along down your breast
And your friends, baby,
They treat you lik a guest. |