Há coisas assim. ponto.

She staggers in the garden throwing up amongst the flowers
Drunk on passions poison after closing hours
She didn't know his name, she didn't know his address
Never took a second look til he was tearing off her dress
A bash in the dark and then you forget her
But some kind of loving lasts forever.

Some kind loving, turns to some kind of hatred
Some kind of loving, it gets you sooner or later
Some kind of loving, locks your heart behind a brick door
Some kind of loving, is no kind of loving at all.

Accuser!
You leave your thumbprints all over her life
Accused!
I didn't mean to leave so much
Reporter!
Don't call it some kind of crime
Call it some kind of love