Songtexte Love's Got Me Doin' Time (Live) - Cinderella

Have mercy on a poor boy′s heart
Cause I got the key that can make your motor start
Can't you love me
Without messin′ me around
You took everything I got, then kick me when I'm down
Ooh, got this funny feeling that you ain't on the level
I look into those eyes but all I see′s the devil
I heard through the vine that you may not be mine
Don′t lock me up
I can't pay the fine
Make up your mind
Your love′s got me doin' time
Have mercy on a poor boy′s soul
I've been down so long never thought I could feel so low
First you love me
Then you stab my back
Close the door, turn the key, all I see is black
Ooh, got this funny feeling that you ain′t on the level
I look into those eyes but all I see's the devil
I heard through the vine that you may not be mine
Make up your mind before you make me lose mine
Your love's got me doin′ time
Your love′s got me doin'
Love′s got me doin' time
Love′s got me doin'
Love′s got me doin' time
So what's a poor boy supposed to do?
I′ve done everything I can, I′ve been so true
You got a mean streak
Like an alley cat
You sucked all the love from me like a vampire bat
Ooh, got this funny feeling that you ain't on the level
I look into those eyes but all I see′s the devil
I heard through the vine that you may not be mine
Don't lock me up
I can′t pay the fine
Make up your mind before you make me lose mine
Your love's got me doin′ time
Love's got me doin'
Love′s got me doin′ time
Love's got me doin′
Love's got me doin′ time
Love's got me doin′
Love's got me doin' time
Love′s got me doin′
Love's got me doin′ time
Love's got me doin′
Love's got me doin′ time
Love's got me doin'
Love′s got me doin′ time
Love's got me doin′
Love's got me doin′ time
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