It ain’t love, kid When you pull my hair and you kiss my neck It ain’t love when you look me dead in the face and you give me a hug as I take that ‘walk of shame’ down your stairs Funny how I used to cry when you’d leave but now I’m the one leaving and I still cry but the reason has changed How I used to beg you to stay but you don’t say a word against it when I offer to leave How the tables have turned like your back to my word How you don’t try to wipe my tears and ignore the ones you don’t see How I’d still give you the world if you asked on a golden platter with all the fixings of a passionate love But what are these words to you What is my body to you What is my soul to you Man, it ain’t love, kid But it sure as hell stings like it