(Pastano/Farina — Farina)
I met you on a train going Hell bound
You had little red cheeks and wounds
Lipsticks and guns and few skeletons
Underneath your bed
…but…what’s a man to do for love…
You threw me ,down on the way
I didn’t know, no one but me
You think, I’ m the man, you gotta save, every one but me
I’m here on my own to try, I’m here to try alone
… but…what’s a man to do for love…
You make me a fool, without a creed
I’m a fool, I must believe
I thought, I met you through streets made of gold
I met you through streets made of silver
And I met you, through the streets many times
I met you …everywhere…
… what’s a man to do for love…
You make me a fool, without a creed
I’m a fool, I must believe
you mean love is a little old thing
You make me cry,
’cause I dropped my love, in the rising tide
It ain’t that simple, it ain’t that easy
When it drives you crazy, lazy and dizzy into the dark
… what’s a man to do for love…
You make me a fool, without a creed
I’m a fool, I must believe
Babe, you make me a fool,
When I say, I’m in love, you best believe,
I’m in love … L O V E…
Babe you make me a fool,
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love