Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars,
any heart that's not tough, or strong enough to take
a lot of pain, take a lot of pain. Love is like a flower, holds a lot of rain.
Love hurts
I'm young. I know, but even so I know a thing or two,
I've learned from you. I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot.
Love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot.
Love hurts, love hurts.
*Some fools dream of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness.
Some fools fool themselves I guess. But they're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true, know it isn't true. Love is just a lie, made to make you blue.
Love hurts, love hurts.*

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Writer(s): Boudleaux Bryant