I think that you, you don't get it
This the shit that Shakespeare wrote
Yeah, you really don't have it all
The answers or the prose
Yeah, I know that you got a bad habit
Of huffing when you got no puff
Yeah, we could almost have it all
If we lean into the fall
And don't you call that love
When you close enough, close enough
Oh yeah, love, love, love
Well, it's a funny thing that you and me
Were even just so close enough
And don't you call that love
When you close enough, close enough
And don't you call that love
When you close enough, close enough
And don't you call that, and I can't believe you
Passing up on something so good
Yeah, we had all our bitches in a row
Yeah, but you had to cut it off
'Cause you afraid to know that they we were even
Close enough, close enough
Oh yeah, love, love, love
Well, it's a funny thing that you and me
Were even just so close enough
And don't you call that love
Close enough, close enough
And don't you call that love
When you're close enough, close enough
And don't you call that love
What chance is there that your heart wants
What chance is there that your heart wants me?
(What chance is there your heart wants)
Is there there your heart
(What chance is there your heart wants me?)
And don't you call that love
(Close enough, close enough)
And don't you call that love
(Close enough, close enough)
And don't you call that love
(What chance is there that your heart wants)
And don't you call that love
(What chance is there that your heart wants)
And don't you call that love
(What chance is there that your heart wants)
Close enough, close enough
And don't you call that love
Close enough, close enough
And don't you call that love
