My boss is the boss's son and that makes for a real long day. When that workin' day is finally done I'm facin' 40,000 cars on the interstate. Feelin' lower than a well digger's shoes: knee-deep in a mess of blues. But those blues just fade away when I hear my baby say
(CHORUS) "It ain't nothin' a little bit of love won't fix. It ain't nothin' but a scratch a little bit of love won't stitch. It ain't nothin' a little bit of love won't heal. Your love makes me feel that no matter what h*** life deals, it ain't nothin'"
***VS 2*** It was written all over her face: she was about to climb the walls. She said, "You've got to get me out of this place 'cause even Cinderella got to go to the ball. If you multiply h*** times three, that's what this day's been like for me." I said, "Honey, we'll do the town, just don't let it getcha' down, 'cause..."
(CHORUS) It ain't nothin' a little bit of love won't heal. Your love makes me feel that no matter what h*** life deals, it"