Your love is like a chunk of gold
Hard to get and hard to hold
Like a rose that's soft to touch
Love has thorns, they hurt so much

Oh why, why
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?

Well, you think of love as sitting on a mountain
You think of it being a great big rock
Won't you think before you start rolling down
Because once you start, you can't make a stop

I've given all that I've got to give
And if you don't want me, I don't want to live

So why, why
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?
Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?