Texty: Golden Earring. The Hole. Why Do I.

We swing high, we swing low
Never worry 'bout a dull moment
You're mine, I'm yours
We fight while we know that we shouldn't

Ten dollar, ten times
On sale to the highest bidder
Ten dollar, ten times
Is the price of love considered

You're right, I'm wrong
You always knew a good thing in the first place
One sundown, one moondown
One hole in a sky-blue ceiling

Ten dollar, ten times
Every time you hold the trigger
Ten dollar, ten times
Is the price of love

Why do I hurt you so?
Why can't I just let you go?
Why do I hurt you so
While I idolize you forever more?

Your yes against my no
We never worry 'bout a dull moment
You're mine, I'm yours
We fight while we know that we shouldn't

Ten dollar, ten times
The price of love
Why do I hurt you so?