No it isn't very pretty, what a town without pity can do.
Only love can break a heart, only love can mend it again.
Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be, cause that brownstone house where my baby lives is Mecca.
When the world outside my arms is pulling us apart, press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart.
True love never runs smooth, that's what they say, but true love is worth all the pain.
I'm a performer. I've tried everything there is.