Your love is like a chunk of gold    Hard to get and hard to hold    Like a rose that's soft to touch    Love has thorns, they hurt so much       Oh why, why    Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?       Well, you think of love as sitting on a mountain    You think of it being a great big rock    Won't you think before you start rolling down    Because once you start, you can't make a stop       I've given all that I've got to give    And if you don't want me, I don't want to live       So why, why    Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?    Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?    Must the same love made me laugh make me cry?