All of the wicked things you do Could leave prize fighters black and blue Oh all of the wicked things you do and say could not Keep me away... much to my dismay CHORUS: What does it take to make you smile? Why must I walk this murder mile? Is this your love or is this my trial? Is this your love or my trial? All of the crooked things you say That help you make it through the day Oh all of the many ways to waste my breath Oh it isn't wasted yet, so still I must repent CHORUS Is this your love or a scandal to address A soul to put to rest A crime of love you needed to confess? Is this your love or is this my trial? Is this your love or my trial?