| Boy, my life ain’t what it used to be anymore |
| Since you went out of the door |
| All the times when you taught me to sing love songs |
| All of that is gone |
| The shakes, the breaks, the rock, the dock |
| The tick, the tock, the spin, the crack |
| I can’t feel a thing baby |
| I want you to bring back |
| The keys, the chords, the beats, the words |
| What if, what if, what if, what if |
| We could get it all back |
| I would love it all back |
| And the night’s swinging under the moon first class |
| Then choking all the jazz |
| And the times we were listening to Barry White |
| And dancing through the night |
| The shakes, the breaks, the rock, the dock |
| The tick, the tock, the spin, the crack |
| I can’t feel a thing baby |
| I want you to bring back |
| The keys, the chords, the beats, the words |
| What if, what if, what if, what if |
| We could get it all back |
| I would love it all back |
| (uuuh aaah oooh lala) |
| Is this the end of love? |
| Boy, my day ain’t what it used to be |
| Since you went out of the door |
| The shakes, the breaks, the rock, the dock |
| The tick, the tock, the spin, the crack |
| I can’t feel a thing baby |
| I want you to bring back |
| The keys, the chords, the beats, the words |
| What if, what if, what if, what if |
| We could get it all back |
| I would love it all back |
| (uuuh aaah oooh lala) |
| Is this the end of love? |
| (uuuh aaah oooh lala) |
| Is this the end of love? |