Precious little diamond I leave it all to you Let it come to you You're in love with something bigger than love You believe in something stronger than trust And tomorrow you won't care Is it so hard to say the same thing? And you're so weak to say the

I'm a winner at a losin' game Have ever had to love someone That just don't feel the same Tryin' to make somebody care for you Is like tryin' to catch the rain And if love is really forever Baby, look here at me Have you ever seen me this way

She's a poor girl This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on Go to the place where

Our hearts will never be the same again. Love the way I feel, streets replaced with fields. Wide awake in here, you shine. Ran away from goals, left you in the cold. Nothing's in our way tonight. You know that you'll never be replaced. And everyone here

When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke.

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

The more I have to pay The high cost of love Getting higher every day Seems like the less I get The price is getting Higher every day When it comes to good loving It's the same old way The less I get

As the reality of the times take hold We come to terms with the sadness we bear Missing the times we never get to share Wo wo, wo wo, wo wo Just a few words because we care Still I got all the memories Say when mi look up ina mi life its plain to see

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

(I'm bad at love) Each time the feeling fades Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away Got a boy back home in Michigan