On the third floor of the hotel there's a pregnant Flamenco dancer In the bathtub with a razor and she's planning her great escape
In a way she's giving up on herself, whoa Either way she's giving up some of herself, whoa
In the backyard there's a small boy playing soldiers with an army ranger In the front room there's a mother to the small boy, She's a total stranger In a way she's giving up on herself, whoa Either way she's giving up some of herself, whoa
Love is only what you give up Life isn't what you get Love won't always fill your cup But life's when you start to live Life's when you learn to give
When I leave here I'm going to go to the small boy And that flamenco dancer Leave the guitar and the spotlight I'm gonna go home to my biggest fans
In a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoa In a way isn't that what it's about, whoa
In a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoa Whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa Isn't that what it's about
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, whoa, no no no Oh, whoa, oh, whoa,
Isn't that what it's about Oh, whoa, oh, whoa Isn't that what it's about