(hendricks/weston)

Love
Who knows about love
And even those who do know
Wont reveal it

Back when you were in your prime
Love was just a waste of time
Once youd flirt discreetly
Now you give completely
Thats pretty strange
You can try to play at love
Even be blas? at love
But although you doubt it
You cant live without it
Thats pretty strange

Love
Who knows about it
And even those who do know
Wont reveal it

Love can make you cry sometimes
Make you want to die sometimes
But when cryins done then
Love is so much fun then
Thats pretty strange