In a sitch like this you've 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
Oh momma, I hope I dream that you won't leave
And I have a question
What is love? What is love? Love
Is it giving up?
'Cause that's not how you raised me, yeah
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 your paid
And I know you're, oh, so sorry, dad
I surly 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? Love
Is it giving up?
'Cause that's not how you raised me
What is love? What is love? Love
See, I don't know anymore
I used to look up to that love