Where love goes, I will go too,
Up twenty-nine flights of stairs
I won't say that I'll be true,
But look and I'll be thereI won't say that I'll be glad
To make your heart my home
All considered, it's not too bad,
But what can I call my own?I don't know if you're on the level,
Each thing in its proper time
I don't spit in the beer of the Devil
If the Devil don't spit in mineDon't express your sweet affection
With a sharp left hook to the head
Nothing but static in that direction
Such love is already dead
Clap your hands and raise the power,
Raise the power of love
Root, stem, seed, and flower,
Prepare for the power of loveSito, sito, sito, sito
Sito, sito, sito, sitoWhat have I got? Now, what have I got
That I did not have before?
A French revolver I just bought
And a lock on the bedroom doorThat don't mean that I don't believe in love,
You know I do,
Love to give and to receive,
I just don't believe in youClap your hands and raise the power,
Raise the power of love
Root, stem, seed, and flower,
Prepare for the power of love
Where love goes, I will go too,
Down twenty-nine flights of stairs
I won't beg you to be true,
I just won't be thereI won't say that I'll be sad
To bounce back on my own
All considered, it's not so bad
To wake up in the night aloneClap your hands and raise the power,
Raise the power of love
Root, stem, seed, and flower,
Prepare for the power of loveSito, sito, sito, sito
Sito, sito, sito, sitoSito, sito, sito, sito
Sito, sito, sito, sito
