I don´t know too much about love, poeple,But I sure think I´ve got it bad.
I don´t know too much about love, people,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 get so worried, people,I could just sit right down and cry.
Sometimes, I get so worried, people,You know I could sit right down and cry.
Because I don´t know too much about love, people,But I sure think I´ve got it bad.