All of the wicked things you do
Could leave prize fighters black and blue
Oh all of the wicked things you do and say could not
Keep me away... much to my dismay
CHORUS:
What does it take to make you smile?
Why must I walk this murder mile?
Is this your love or is this my trial?
Is this your love or my trial?
All of the crooked things you say
That help you make it through the day
Oh all of the many ways to waste my breath
Oh it isn't wasted yet, so still I must repent
CHORUS
Is this your love or a scandal to address
A soul to put to rest
A crime of love you needed to confess?
Is this your love or is this my trial?
Is this your love or my trial?