Victim Of Love (Live At The Marquee Club, London, 1987)

Livin' on your own can be a lonely game A face in the crowd - no one knows your name It's a table for one and a broken heart to go She's the kind of lover that you always dreamed Would come to stay and never wanna leave But that's all changed - she's dealt the final blow Heaven knows what you were thinkin' of Don't blame yourself you're just a victim of love It doesn't matter who was right or wrong When the fire is over - when the magic's gone You pick up the pieces and do the best you can It knocks you down but you try it again You get a little older it's a cryin' shame Sometimes things don't work out like you plan Who's gonna help when you've had enough It ain't no secret you're a victim of love Heaven knows what you were thinkin' of Don't blame yourself you're just a victim of love One goodbye was really all it took Now you thumb through the pages of your little black book But somehow all the numbers look the same You've been thinkin' how to get around it But there ain't nothin' you can do about it Nothin' ventured - nothin' gained Ain't nothin' you can't rise above Call it what you want but you're a victim of love Who's gonna help you when you've had enough Ain't no secret you're a victim of love I don't wanna lose your love