Track byBeck, Bogert, Appice
I don't know too much about love, people But I sure think I've got it bad I don't know too much about love, people But I sure think I've got it bad Some people say love is just a gamble But whatever it is, it's about to drive poor me mad I sit here in my lonely room Tears flowing down my eyes As I sit here in my lonely room Tears flowing on down my eyes I wonder how you could treat me so low-down and dirty You know what? Your heart must be made out of iron And it ain't no lie Sometimes, I get so worried, people I could just sit right down and cry Sometimes, I get so worried, people You know I could sit right down and cry Because I don't know too much about love, people But I sure think I've got it bad BBA Boogie: Instrumental