I've played with love and been burned every
Time, and that's the way it goes
As I lean close to you, it's reaching out that
Rhythm makes me sick, with head in hands and
Hands on hips, you'll never
I don't ever make it easy to
I've tried to make it easy
I scoff at love and then sweat through the night
I love the laugh torn from your side
I've tried to make it easy