If there should be the faintest traces
My heart would pound and race
Did I pull those funny faces
When I walk by the waterside
And every night I swear I've finished
And when I rise to face the day
Trying to find strength of purpose
I place temptation out of reach
Then search in every niche
I won't give it up--Love this world
No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no
Perhaps its only saints who suffer
For those needs to which we're slaved
This roaad I walk is paved with good intentions
The final choice hangs on a wire
And there's no room for feet to stray
I won't give up--Love this world
No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no
I won't give it up--Love this world
I won't give it up--Love this world