this old life’s a great, big game
or, at times, a dirty, rotten shame
but through the bickering and bantering
som bric-a-brac and slandering
one thing stands above
sometimes, you just have to love
when your lover breaks your heart
by acting like a tart
or silence builds a prison
you didn’t want to be in
there’s not much use for sunscreen
or being a royal Prejean
maybe, you just have to love
and if, perhaps, one random morning
when trying to sleep gets kinda boring
after all your plans have gone belly-up
and you’re just so close to giving up
get up and rouge it
you gotta live through it
and yeah, you just have to love
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