What It Means to Love testo
He’s a man who spares no expense,
He spends without consequence,
Though he feels alone,
He’s never short a friend.
He can keep – entertain,
His living room is where he reigns,
He’s rich, but poor,
Insecure, but vain.
And he don’t know what it means to love anyone.
He’s a man of giant words,
The biggest that you’ve ever heard.
And what they mean,
It always seems absurd.
He’s charming to a high degree,
Which you will find eventually.
There’s nothing there,
It’s just the air he breathes.
And he don’t know what it means to love anyone.
And how he sleeps?
Well, I don’t know.
I guess he learned some years ago
How to justify those awful wakes,
He breaks his ties,
And walks away.
And it seems to be a starving trend
In people that I call my friends,
Who when the jokes get old,
And run out of gas,
The tensions gone so very fast.
He’s a man who spares no expense,
He lies without consequence.
And used to be,
Used to be my friend.
But he don’t know what it means to love.
No, he don’t know what it means to love.
No, he don’t know how it feels to love anyone.
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