In a sitch like this, you 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 five 'o clock
The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt
Your hopes, your dreams, your everything

Well, mama, I hope
I dream
That you 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

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
And I truly believe that you're a better man
Then to share one kiss then 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?)
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?)
What is love? (What is love?)

See, I don't know anymore
I used to look
Up
To
That
Love

Sweet

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Writer(s): Christofer Drew