Rolling Stones

You're deaf to it, blind to it
It's like a thunderclap
Feel the prickles running
Up and down your back
Why so divine, the pain of love
You have to work at it, stay with it
Pay for it, bust your ass
Lie for it, cheat for it
Forget about your past
Why so divine, the pain of love
You dream of it passionate
You get a rise from it
Feel the hot cum
Dripping on your thighs from it
Why why so divine, the pain of love
Sometimes you crave for it, cry for it
Women will die for it
Looking back, cut the crap
Was it really worth the rap?
It's hard to survive the pain of love
Ooh I need a time out
Time to make my mind up
Substitute a line out
I'll be back next season with a bang
No release from the jail