This is a tricky recital. You can't fake it.
The truth is the truth, no matter how thin you slice it.
Tell it to the regular chimps
Feed it to the pimps
Feed it to the pimps before they ice it.
Keep all the b**** in the air.
Keep all the saucers spinning.
I ain't about losing or winning.
It's love lost, lost in love.
Is there something to be said
For the joy of not knowing
And have violent ownership, of what you don't say
Can you bounce back before the cracks start showing
Before loneliness kicks in, the very next day
Keep all the b**** in the air.
Keep all the saucers spinning.
I ain't about losing or winning.
It's love lost, lost in love.
The truth is the truth, no matter how thin you slice it.
Tell it to the regular chimps
Feed it to the pimps
Feed it to the pimps before they ice it.
Keep all the b**** in the air.
Keep all the saucers spinning.
I ain't about losing or winning.
It's love lost, lost in love.
Is there something to be said
For the joy of not knowing
And have violent ownership, of what you don't say
Can you bounce back before the cracks start showing
Before loneliness kicks in, the very next day
Keep all the b**** in the air.
Keep all the saucers spinning.
I ain't about losing or winning.
It's love lost, lost in love.