Lyrics

i don't know too much about love, people, 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.

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Artist: beck, jeff