Pretty Strange
LoveWho knows about love?And even those who do knowWon't reveal it
Back when you were in your primeLove was just a waste of timeOnce you'd flirt discreetlyNow you give completelyThat's pretty strangeYou can try to play at loveEven be blasé at loveBut although you doubt itYou can't live without itThat's pretty strange
LoveWho knows about love?And even those who do knowWon't reveal it
Love can make you cry sometimesLike you want to die sometimesBut when cryin's done thenLove is so much fun thenThat's pretty strange