Irony of Love
You said you lied 'cause you didn't wanna hurt her
You chose to cheat but now you don't want to lose her
You don't treat her right but you don't wanna see her happy with somebody else
I don't understand, they don't seem to match
Could you tell me, is love really this ironic?
'Cause with love, you learn how to cry
With love, you learn how to lie
With love, you forget how to love yourself
Before you love anyone else
And that's the mystery in all history
The irony of love
You knew you loved her but you let her go
She gave her all, she gave her heart, but you chose the other girl
I don't understand, they don't seem to match
Could you tell me, is love really this ironic?
'Cause with love, you learn how to cry
With love, you learn how to lie
With love, you forget how to love yourself
Before you love anyone else
And that's the mystery in all history
The irony of love
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa
Love never hurts, love never fails
It's the closest thing to magic
So if it hurts, if it fails
Maybe it wasn't love in the first place
I know it'll take me some time to get it
How something so beautiful could end up being so destructive
I don't understand, they don't seem to match
Could you tell me, is love really this ironic?
'Cause with love, you learn how to cry
With love, you learn how to lie
You learn to love, you forget how to love yourself
Before loving anyone else
And that's the mystery in all history (and that's the mystery)
The irony of love
The irony of love
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa (love)
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa (love)
You chose to cheat but now you don't want to lose her
You don't treat her right but you don't wanna see her happy with somebody else
I don't understand, they don't seem to match
Could you tell me, is love really this ironic?
'Cause with love, you learn how to cry
With love, you learn how to lie
With love, you forget how to love yourself
Before you love anyone else
And that's the mystery in all history
The irony of love
You knew you loved her but you let her go
She gave her all, she gave her heart, but you chose the other girl
I don't understand, they don't seem to match
Could you tell me, is love really this ironic?
'Cause with love, you learn how to cry
With love, you learn how to lie
With love, you forget how to love yourself
Before you love anyone else
And that's the mystery in all history
The irony of love
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa
Love never hurts, love never fails
It's the closest thing to magic
So if it hurts, if it fails
Maybe it wasn't love in the first place
I know it'll take me some time to get it
How something so beautiful could end up being so destructive
I don't understand, they don't seem to match
Could you tell me, is love really this ironic?
'Cause with love, you learn how to cry
With love, you learn how to lie
You learn to love, you forget how to love yourself
Before loving anyone else
And that's the mystery in all history (and that's the mystery)
The irony of love
The irony of love
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa (love)
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa (love)
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Writer(s): Patricia Quiwa
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