I don't know too much about love, people
But I sure think I've got it bad
I don't know too much about love, people
But I sure think I've got it bad
Some people say love is just a gamble
But whatever it is, it's about to drive poor me mad
I sit here in my lonely room
Tears flowing down my eyes
As I sit here in my lonely room
Tears flowing on down my eyes
I wonder how you could treat me so low down and dirty
You know what Your heart must be made out of iron
And it ain't no lie
Sometimes, I get so worried, people
I could just sit right down and cry
Sometimes, I get so worried, people
You know I could sit right down and cry
Because I don't know too much about love, people
But I sure think I've got it bad