i don't know too much about love
but i sure think i've got it bad. i don't know too much about love
but i sure think i've got it bad. some people say love is just a gamble. but whatever it is
it's about to drive poor me mad. i sit here in my lonely room
tears flowing down my eyes. as i sit here in my lonely room
tears flowing on down my eyes
i wonder how you could treat me so low-down and dirty. you know what? your heart must be made out of iron
and it ain't no lie. sometimes
i could just sit right down and cry. sometimes
you know i could sit right down and cry. because i don't know too much about love
but i sure think i've got it bad.