THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE
The trouble with love is unpredictably
Totally crazy and irrationally
From one to the other poles apart
Once ecstatic now a broken heart
And every time we fall into it`s trap
Minding our own business and suddenly snap
We`re captured and held against our will
Beaten down with love sickness ill
Where on some kind of drug we are high
Feeling invincible floating in the sky
But one way or another we will fall to the ground
And our heart taken we`ll have found
When the pain comes it will hurt like hell
And guess what! we`ve again fallen under love`s spell
MPB (c)
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