Love is in love with pain
I suppose
They're sleeping under this rain
On a bed of roses
Why don't we break up all the chains
And take off our clothes?
Is this for real?
Is this a real joke?
So take my sinner hand
Take my sinner hand
Take my sinner hand
(Take my sinner hand)
Love is in love with my tears
I suppose
They're running out of my face
So quickly oh
Why don't you break all my chains
And let me go?
Is this for real?
Is this a real joke?
So take my sinner hand
Take my sinner hand
Take my sinner hand
Take my sinner hand
(Take my sinner hand)