Why are you singing me love songs? What good is a love song? What good is a love song without the love? (Ooh) Without the love Why are we acting like lovers? We don't know each other Even though we used to rule the world A love song without the love And

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your

Hmm, c'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that it's so good Oh, c'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh-so good, ba-ba-doo, doo day Every word, every sigh

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

This one is called lovers choice Never know yuh woulda really feel so nice, love sponge I don't want to let you go With you I'm in no hurry (oh no) Lord you are lovable, kissable Desire the inevitable Without your sweet caress I'm so damn miserable Touch

Just friends, lovers no more Just friends, but not like before To think of what we've been and not to kiss again Seems like pretending it isn't the ending Two friends drifting apart Two friends, but one broken heart We loved, we laughed, we cried, and

It must be imagination When the feeling isn't right? They say, you see it in a lover's eye But I'm wide awake tonight 'N I'm looking for a reason why It doesn't show Still somehow, I know Tell me that it just ain't so Say, I made the whole thing up

I'm the hit-n-run lover Run for cover tonight You better get yourself runnin' I got hurricane comin' No warning surprise I'm gonna take my leave I want to plant my seed Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight You better run for cover

Beneath the curse of these lovers eyes But do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage Tame the ghosts in my head That run wild and wish me dead Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord forget all of my sins And let me die where I lie I

Shoot you with desire My gun's for hire The word is out that I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin