Words and Music by Joy Lynn White and Duane Jarvis
(D)Love sometimes is like a (Em)diamond
Sometimes it's like (D)coal
Love sometimes is like (Em)smoke
Sometimes it's like (D)cold
(Em)Now I don't always know what (G)love is
But I (D)know this love is (A)fine (this love is (Em)fine)
We ought to get a (G)little, a little bit (D)closer
Love sometimes is like a pillow
Or a bed of nails
Love sometimes is like freedom
Sometimes it's like jail
(Em)Now I don't always know what (G)love is
But I (D)know this love is (A)fine (this love is (Em)fine)
We ought to get a (G)little, a little bit (D)closer
(Em)No I don't always know what (G)love is
But it (D)tastes just like (A)wine (oh just like (Em)wine)
Don't let our love (G)die on the (D)vine, yeah
(Am)A real man wants a woman
A woman wants a real (Dm)man
One that under-(G)-stands, yeah (D)
[D] [G] [A] [Em] [G] [D]
Love sometimes, love sometimes
Oh I know this love is fine (this love is fine)
We ought to get a little, a little bit closer
Now I don't always know what love is, love sometimes
But it tastes just like wine, oh just like wine
Don't let our love die on the vine, yeah
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G] [D]
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G] [D]
(D)Love sometimes is like a (Em)diamond
Sometimes it's like (D)coal
Love sometimes is like (Em)smoke
Sometimes it's like (D)cold
(Em)Now I don't always know what (G)love is
But I (D)know this love is (A)fine (this love is (Em)fine)
We ought to get a (G)little, a little bit (D)closer
Love sometimes is like a pillow
Or a bed of nails
Love sometimes is like freedom
Sometimes it's like jail
(Em)Now I don't always know what (G)love is
But I (D)know this love is (A)fine (this love is (Em)fine)
We ought to get a (G)little, a little bit (D)closer
(Em)No I don't always know what (G)love is
But it (D)tastes just like (A)wine (oh just like (Em)wine)
Don't let our love (G)die on the (D)vine, yeah
(Am)A real man wants a woman
A woman wants a real (Dm)man
One that under-(G)-stands, yeah (D)
[D] [G] [A] [Em] [G] [D]
Love sometimes, love sometimes
Oh I know this love is fine (this love is fine)
We ought to get a little, a little bit closer
Now I don't always know what love is, love sometimes
But it tastes just like wine, oh just like wine
Don't let our love die on the vine, yeah
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G] [D]
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G] [D]