In a sitch 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 sitch 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
all 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.