of Love
I've got this drive to be eaten alive that's the only reason I can
see, 'cause we've made a
art out of falling apart and that's always how it's gonna be. I've
thought of leaving you, but where would that leave me? I keep coming
back to you. I'm just
enough. I'm just
enough. I'm just standing in front of your
of love. You're not too sure just what you're looking for but you
know you need a new
, and you live your own life and you're nobody's
just like any other Cosmo girl. In the rate-your-mate questionnaire, my
makes your hair curl, but you keep coming back to me. You're just
enough. You're just out of your
enough. You're just standing in front of my
of love. We're just
enough. We're just out on a limb enough. We're just gonna get
cut up by the
of love. So welcome to the Love Capades where everything bleeds
before it fades, and sometimes we get caught up in the
. But it used to be okay. It used to be that all we
had to spend was what attention we could pay. But now you're the
queen of the horrible scene and we're both at our ropes' ends. We're
and
and we know we've become an embarrassment to all our friends. They
say we're on the
but it all depends. We keep coming back for more. We're just
enough. We're just the same enough. We're just standing in front of the
of love. We're just
enough. We just haven't had enough. We're just gonna get cut up by the
of love.