Sugar Baby Love, lipstick rouge of teardrops on your lips.
Sugar Baby Love, I don't want to know what love is.
Sugar Baby Love, lipstick rouge of teardrops on your lips.
On Thursday, I buy roses, and put a note with it.
On a Lonely Sunday, they turn into a withered bouquet in the corner of the room.
Sugar Baby Love, even on nights of unrequited love,
The you I meet in my dreams is very kind.
"Even though I've said these words over and over inside the dream,
When I see your eyes, my lips start to freeze.
...I love you."
Don't put out the gentle flame of love. Don't put it out.