Your love is like a chunk of gold Hard to get and hard to hold Like a rose that's soft to touch Love has thorns, they hurt so much
Oh why, why Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?
Well, you think of love as sitting on a mountain You think of it being a great big rock Won't you think before you start rolling down Because once you start, you can't make a stop
I've given all that I've got to give And if you don't want me, I don't want to live
So why, why Must the same love made me laugh make me cry? Must the same love made me laugh make me cry? Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?