There is
many a story about love
Love has been told,
but not all the heartaches
that my story holds
It's filled with excitement,
from beginning to end
Every time I think about it,
I've got to say it again
Somebody ought to write about it
I can't sleep at night without it
For me there's no doubt about it
Oh child, I can't sleep at night without it
If someone could write a feeling
of the heartaches and the pain
The long days and lonely nights
I've spent in vain
Of the few happy moments
in my life that she gained
I love the way that you love me,
just to make me a slave
Something's hard to write about it, ooh
I can't sleep at nights without it, yeah
For me there's no doubt about it, ooh
I can't sleep at night without
it
The last chapter in the book
about man and his pride
And how men have lost it
because we're on the way and I
The way love makes you be good
even more can eat the rain
One day so much heartache,
the next so much pain
Somebody ought to write about it
I can't sleep at night without it
For me there's no doubt about it
Oh child, I can't sleep at night without it
For me there's no doubt about it,
poor child
I can't sleep at nights without it
So very hard to write about it,
poor child