L.o.v.e

L.o.v.e
You know it’s true
I thought in it at all
Indifferent, inventible
There is nothing you can tell me
Oh baby
Just berg me
I must to meet
I might have it wrong
I must to trip
Because I have to fall
Down somehow
Boy, I learn my lesson
Do not wanna messing with
I don’t but
Maybe wish you take this love
I’m stressed
I don’t wanna mess with this
Thing of love
What do I know?
No, I don’t know about love
What do I know?
No, I don’t know about love…