Eighth of June

Is it any wonder I don't know what to do I could spend the rest of my life trying to describe you How you're always there How you always care How you're you, oh What is this love How is this love Why is this love I'm fearing Is it any wonder why I crash in the end I can count a hundred reasons why I learned to distrust men But that isn't you And there's nothing new to defend What is this love How is this love Why is this love I'm fearing Could it be cuz I was born on the eighth of June Blame the moon I wanna know the reason why I don't need a reason to run I wanna be somebody's baby Sorta maybe Well it was fun, but there's a cross on the road when it's done Is it any wonder I don't know where we stand Add up all the rights and wrongs and I'm lost in a no-man's land And it isn't fair That I let you care and then ran What is this love How is this love Why is this love I'm fearing Could it be cuz I was born on the eighth of June Blame the moon I wanna know the reason why I don't need a reason to run I wanna be somebody's baby Sorta maybe Well it was fun, but there's a cross on the road when it's done Done Done Is it any wonder it was never enough