Pretty Strange

Love Who knows about love And even those who do know Won't reveal it Back when you were in your prime Love was just a waste of time Once you'd flirt discreetly Now you give completely that's pretty strange you can try to play at love Even be blasé at love But although you doubt it you can't live without it That's pretty strange Love Who knows about it And even those who do know Won't reveal it Love can make you cry sometimes make you want to die sometimes But when cryin's done then Love is so much fun then That's pretty strange