What is this thing they call love?
Is it the way I feel when a guy holds my hand
And tells me he wants to be my man
What is this thing they call love?
Is it when a guy caresses my body?
And whispers sweet nothings in my ear
What is this thing they call love?
Is it when a guy wants me as his girl?
And promises me the world
What is this thing they call?
Or is it when my eyes turn red from crying
Because he cheats and is very fond of lying
What is this thing they call love?
Or is it when you have given him your all
But his not there to catch you when you fall
What is this thing they call love?
Is it when you don’t want to admit it’s over?
And you know the spark is not there any longer
WHAT IS THIS THING THEY CALL LOVE?
Do you know?
Do I know?
Does anybody know?
No, no one really knows love is like clay, it is what you make it.
Whether it be good or bad,
Happy or sad,
Positive or negative
This thing they call love is just that, LOVE
