All of the wicked things you donCould leave prize fighters black and bluenOh all of the wicked things you do and say could notnKeep me away... much to my dismaynnCHORUS:nWhat does it take to make you smile?nWhy must I walk this murder mile?nIs this your love or is this my trial?nIs this your love or my trial?nnAll of the crooked things you saynThat help you make it through the daynOh all of the many ways to waste my breathnOh it isn't wasted yet, so still I must repentnnCHORUSnnIs this your love or a scandal to addressnA soul to put to restnA crime of love you needed to confess?nnIs this your love or is this my trial?nIs this your love or my trial?