supposed to be

I am always leaping into open arms Who have empty eyes I am always looking for the easiest praise From the nastiest guys I am always looking for love that comes to me At the cheapest price If you do this, then I'll love you If you won't do this, then you don't love me too Is this what love is supposed to be Should I get used to These eggshells that are under my feet Is this what love is supposed to do Is it always a transaction of goods And are the goods always you?