What’s Love Got To Do With It

What’s love got to do with it,
you keep asking in the dead of night.
I’m sick of all that fright,
and all the might,
and the taste of your bite,
and I can’t see the light.
Your tongue is whipping me,
and you can’t hear my plea.
What’s love go to do with it?

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