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IT’S SO HARD
TO MAKE IT THROUGH
TO KEEP LOVE, ON THE LEVEL
I GAVE MY SOUL TO YOU
I MAKE NO BARGAIN WITH THE DEVIL
Heavy hearted, light headed
I had cold feet
I was hot under the collar
I’s eager for my slice of Americana
Picket fence
Two point five kids, backyard pitching tents
I would pitch a tent, every time I pictured your magnificence
Or took a whiff, as if to sniff your scent
You was heaven sent
But I was hell bent
On helping
But you ain’t ask for my help
When I’d ask for myself
And your answer was withheld
That was bad for my health
You just had to be held
I just had to rebel
Which was bound to repel
Sick and tired intertwined
Father time would tell
Save the toying for Mattell
Not for toying with my head
I don’t know heads from tails
But I know very well
Things was going very well
Ain’t no fault in what we felt
I ain’t like every male
IT’S SO HARD
TO MAKE IT THROUGH
TO KEEP LOVE, ON THE LEVEL
I GAVE MY SOUL TO YOU
I MAKE NO BARGAIN WITH THE DEVIL
Does she love me or she love me not?
I asked the petals from a flower in a flower pot
But now that flower’s shot
I had to cop another flower from the flower spot
Does anybody have a hunch how not to allow too much when you allow a lot?
I want the key, I’m not empowered by the power lock
While seeking insight into tying the knot
Don’t be suprised to find your insides tied in knots
I give you all I got
But is it all for the crotch?
Is it all a crock?
Why am I watching clocks?
Why am I hatching plots?
I’m full of doubt
Why would I be so worried about pulling out if I was pulling out the stops
Before I met you I was barely wearing matching socks
But now I actually sob
IT’S SO HARD
TO MAKE IT THROUGH
TO KEEP LOVE, ON THE LEVEL
I GAVE MY SOUL TO YOU
I MAKE NO BARGAIN WITH THE DEVIL
We’re like day and night
I’m not saying to be in love you have to be alike
But how can be in love, not even be in like?
We are lying
You take everything as a slight and think I’m out of line
We’re both stars and we’re both bright, but we are not aligned
I used to think you was out of sight and wanted to make you mine
Nowadays I want you out of sight and out of mind
But not all the time
So I’ve invested lots of time in trying to turn the tide
I think that that was worth a try
I mean I thought you were the perfect person with whom to birth a tribe
So there’s my diatribe
It’s how I pay my tithe to help me triumph through these trying times
I’m down to swallow pride
But I gotta follow signs