What's love but just some illusion we believe What's love but just some confusion we don't need Sittin' here It's closing time You've got your troubles and I bet they're just like mine Somebody told you goodbye But I know a way that can't go wrong Nobody

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

(It's alright) (It's alright, it's alright) This is no way to live But it's just the way it is You got to understand That I never could trust a man But I got to let it go And stop livin' in the past And give you a chance

Let's not take it slow Say you just want to wait and see it all unfold But baby when you find what you're seeking Something you can believe in you just got to go So let's not take it slow I don't want to take it slow A charcoal heart that you can't

I know I let you down But you're giving me a chance You know I never want to let you down It cuts me up to see you sad And I wish that I could undo what I've done Give back the faith in me you had You know I love you more than anyone But I get a little

Let it burn Gotta let it burn When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to But you know gotta let it go 'Cause the party ain't jumpin' like it used to Even though this might bruise you Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

And you can let your hair down, eh But you gotta keep your head up, oh I know it's hard, know it's hard To remember sometimes Keep your head up, oh Oh, you'll turn out fine Fine, oh, you'll turn out fine You gotta keep your head up, oh, The sun will

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothing to a G My ambitions as a ridah To my ambitions as a ridah Let's get ready to rumble Now you know how we do it like a G What really