Never Shout Never

In a sitch like tihs you 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 5 o'clock
The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt
Your hopes, your dreams your everything
Well, mama, I hope I pray that you won't leave
And I have a question:
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
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 you're paid