Tough Love
You're so cool, oh my my
I like you and I know why
You're the game and I'll keep playing
Working in your coal mine, working on your chain gang
Oh my my, you're so cool
Baby be mine or be somebody's fool
'Cause you're not fooling me, uh uh
I've been schooling for your love
Sink to the bottom or rise to the top
Smoke 'em if you got 'em, don't you ever stop
Cutting me to pieces, apples and oranges
Slap me in the face, tell me that I'm gorgeous
Oh I'm hooked, you're the one
My goose is cooked, turn me over I'm done
You're the reason I keep rocking
Come on in, baby, don't bother knocking
Under the boardwalk, over the moon
Some cats are born with a silver spoon
You're like a ghost, I hope that you haunt me
Freak me out, baby, tell me that you want me
Tough love, tough love, tough love
Is there any other love?
Out of the frying pan into the fire
We can't go designing the things we desire
A fish out of water I'm battered and bruised
Me up, baby, it's good to be used
I'm outta shape, oh so it goes
But I bet that I could still touch your toes
I'll cop a feel if we're copasetic
While you wax your legs, I'll wax poetic
Under the boardwalk, over the moon
Some cats are born with a silver spoon
You're like a ghost, I hope that you haunt me
Freak me out, baby, tell me that you want me
Tough love, tough love, tough love
Is there any other love?
I like you and I know why
You're the game and I'll keep playing
Working in your coal mine, working on your chain gang
Oh my my, you're so cool
Baby be mine or be somebody's fool
'Cause you're not fooling me, uh uh
I've been schooling for your love
Sink to the bottom or rise to the top
Smoke 'em if you got 'em, don't you ever stop
Cutting me to pieces, apples and oranges
Slap me in the face, tell me that I'm gorgeous
Oh I'm hooked, you're the one
My goose is cooked, turn me over I'm done
You're the reason I keep rocking
Come on in, baby, don't bother knocking
Under the boardwalk, over the moon
Some cats are born with a silver spoon
You're like a ghost, I hope that you haunt me
Freak me out, baby, tell me that you want me
Tough love, tough love, tough love
Is there any other love?
Out of the frying pan into the fire
We can't go designing the things we desire
A fish out of water I'm battered and bruised
Me up, baby, it's good to be used
I'm outta shape, oh so it goes
But I bet that I could still touch your toes
I'll cop a feel if we're copasetic
While you wax your legs, I'll wax poetic
Under the boardwalk, over the moon
Some cats are born with a silver spoon
You're like a ghost, I hope that you haunt me
Freak me out, baby, tell me that you want me
Tough love, tough love, tough love
Is there any other love?
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Writer(s): Joel Plaskett
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