diana ross
the same love that made me laugh
Your love is like a chunk of gold Hard to get and it's hard to hold Just like a rose that's soft to touch Love has thorns and it hurts so much  Well then why must the same love That made me laugh make me cry  Well now think of love as sitting on a mountain Think of it of being a great big rock Well I did it before you start to roll me down Because once you've started you can't make it stop  I'll give it all I have to give And if you don't want me I don't want to live  Well then why must the same love That made me laugh make me cry  Why you want to make me cry? Why you want to make me cry? Why you want to make me cry? Why you want to make me cry? Why you want to make me cry? Why you want to make me cry? Why do you want to make me cry?