Quaint Affair کے بول

The sunlight hits the lonely streets Love despairs for the one in my bed It's a quaint affair with an air of defeat Because nothing's easy Nothing's easy when it's wrong It's harder not to never never ever have to love Love in a sense loves himself Maybe undressed calls me his darling With that stare and those hands, come back again 'Cause the things that now deceive me I know I'll never care to understand A thought recurred for hours and hours Could I pretend that the man in my bed Is the one I hold dear but then that's unfair 'Cause my love is easy Love is easier to share It's harder not to never never ever have to love Love in a sense loves himself Maybe undressed calls me his darling With that stare and those hands, come back again 'Cause the things that now deceive me I know I'll never care to understand