Is this what you call lifenAsking for trouble and longing for strifenYou're chasing me, the rumour's rifennYour intention's all too clearnCalling me up and calling me dearnAnd filling me with dread and fearnnI can't deny it's true that love is blindnIf you can't see that it's all in the mindnJust leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kindnIt's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kindnnYou know you won't succeednIn winning cocks with chicken feednThe signs are there for you to readnnYour efforts are a featnThe stake's too high for easy meatnWhy don't you just admit defeatnnI can't deny it's true that love is blindnIf you can't see that it's all in the mindnJust leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kindnIt's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kindnJust leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kindnIt's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kindnnI can't deny it's true that love is blindnIf you can't see that it's all in the mindnJust leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kindnIt's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kindnJust leave me be, I'm not the lovin' kindnIt's plain to see I'm not the lovin' kind (fade)