Love Ain’t What You Get

Text

He loved her much
He shared her room
but he brought along a grudge
And somehow sang their sweet song out of tune

He never knew
And never guessed
That sometimes she’d want more
Than a half-time kiss and a closing-time caress
What can you give if love ain’t what you get?
What can you give if love ain’t what you get?

So she packed her bags and left
She promised to write
And kind letters come now and then
But he’s still howling at the moon tonight

Far away
Her love is spent
And she’s in his darkest dreams
With pretty girls and many handsome men

And he’s in bars
Drinking best
Yeah, he’ll have the same again
Of whatever makes you harder than the rest
What can you give if love ain’t what you get?
What can you give if love ain’t what you get?

And hear him singing now
„Oh my love, I’ll beg and steal and borrow
Oh my love, if you’ll come back tomorrow“

Songbeschreibung

„Love Ain’t What You Get“… dies war der vierte Versuch, einen Text für diesen Song zu schreiben: er wurde schon zur Zeit von „Swimming Against the Stream“ komponiert und erzählt von einigen meiner Freunde in London. Steve Skaith

Erscheint auf

Latin Quarter – Bringing Rosa Home

Album

A Studio Version