Ain’t That Love

I'd kill for you my darling I'd rob and steal and plunder
I'd even take my very own life if I knew it would make ya happy
Anything at all, yea, anything for you
Now ain't that love?

But to coin a phrase there's a couple-o-sides to every coin there is
So on the other hand my dear I'd rather cut you down
In the prime of your life than to see you hold another guy's hand
Or to hear tell of him tasting your lip

Anything at all, yea, anything for you
Now ain't that love?

I'd kill for you my darling
I'd rob and steal and plunder
I'd even take my very own life
If I knew it would make ya happy
Anything at all, yea, anything for you
Now ain't that love?

Now ain't that love?