In a sitch like this you've gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way he thinks
And I know you live life for yourself
But it all comes down to the way you help
And I know your life is such a hell
You wake up early and you work until
You have your drinks at 5 o'clock
The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt
Your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well, momma I hope, I dream, that you won't leave
And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Is it giving up?
Well cause that's not how you raised me, yeah.
In a sitch like this you gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way she thinks
And I know you work hard everyday
But it all comes down to the way you're paid
And I know you're oh so sorry dad
I truly believe that you're a better man
Than to share one kiss than give away
All the love you come home everyday
To your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well daddy, I hope, I dream that she won't leave
And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Is it giving up?
Cause that's not how you raised me.
And what is love?
What is love?
See, I don't know anymore;
I used to look up to that love.