This is a sticky 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 balls in the air
Keep all the saucers spinning
It 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
An 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 balls in the air
Keep all the saucers spinning
It ain't about losing or winning
It's love lost, lost in love