Oh no! I won't say "I told you so"
All the roses have their thorns
Every jungle has its animal
Oh oh, my flaws are just the same as yours
And we both have two eyes
But yours are dangerously beautiful
You don't need vacuum cleaners when you're dirty inside
In this puzzle
I'm holding on
Hanging on but...
Could this ever be love?
Baby could you be loved?
Could this ever be love?
Baby could you be loved?
I'm done playing extreme sports with my heart
It's a different kind of fun
You can call it "recognizing sloths"
I know that love is about breaking bones
Saving bits and singing songs
Just when you've had enough, you want some more
You don't need vacuum cleaners when you're dirty inside
In this puzzle
I'm holding on
Hanging on but...
Could this ever be love?
Baby could you be loved?
Could this ever be love?
Baby could you be loved?
You don't need vacuum cleaners when you're dirty inside
In this puzzle
I'm holding on
Hanging on...
Could this ever be love?
Baby could you be loved?
Could this ever be love?
And baby could I be loved?
Questions have their own answers in the inside
Questions have their own answers in the inside