Strange weather in the back of the room
And she's pretty, Jesse's spinning the tunes
Eyelashes, and some white leather boots
God, what have I been drinking? I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around
I could be anything, anything but sticking around
Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell, is hell It's raining, I can see it outside
Funny I'm still in it
Just sitting here with Johnny and Ralph
Until the room starts spinning I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around
I could be anything, nothing, whatever, oh well
Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell, love is hell Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell, love is hell
Love is hell, is hell