In a snitch like this

You gotta think and I don't think you

Think about the way he thinks

And I know you live life

For yourself

But it all comes down to

The way you help



And I know your life is such a hell

You wake up early and you work until

You have your drinks at 5 o'clock

The hours blend and your thoughts

All haunt your hopes, your dreams

Your everything

Well, mama, I hope

I dream that you won't leave



And I have a question:

What is love?

What is love?

Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh

Is it giving up?

'Cause that's not how you

Raised me, yeah.



In a snitch like this you gotta think

And I don't think you think

About the way she thinks

And I know you work hard everyday

But it all comes down

To the way you're paid



And I know you're oh so sorry dad

I truly believe that you're a better man

Than to share one kiss and then give away

From the love you come home everyday

Your hopes, your dreams, your everything

Well daddy, I hope, I dream

That she won't leave



And I have a question:

What is love?

What is love?

Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh

Is it giving up?

'Cause that's not how you

Raised me



And what is love?

What is love?

Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh

See, I don't know anymore

I used to look

Up to

That love