In a snitch like this
You gotta think and I don´t think you
Think about the way he thinks
And I know you live life
For yourself
But it all comes down to
The way you help

And I know your life is such a hell
You wake up early and you work until
You have your drinks at 5 o´clock
The hours blend and your thoughts
All haunt your hopes, your dreams
Your everything
Well, mama, I hope
I dream that you won´t leave

And I have a question:
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
Is it giving up?
´Cause that´s not how you
Raised me, yeah.

In a snitch like this you gotta think
And I don´t think you think
About the way she thinks
And I know you work hard everyday
But it all comes down
To the way you´re paid

And I know you´re oh so sorry dad
I truly believe that you´re a better man
Than to share one kiss and then give away
From the love you come home everyday
Your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well daddy, I hope, I dream
That she won´t leave

And I have a question:
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
Is it giving up?
´Cause that´s not how you
Raised me

And what is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
See, I don´t know anymore
I used to look
Up to
That love