Some kinda madnessKeeps me coming back for moreI donât care if every word you say is a lieI donât even wonder where youâve been tonightI got a problem babyIâm weak for loveYou get me laughingI put off what I came to sayI donât know if I meant after allYou got the bluest eyes I sawI got a problem babyIâm weak for loveCanât you tellYou got me going crazyDonât you feelA little reckless maybeIs it realOr is it just a dream that we createI donât want to wake upI guess my self controlHas let me down againI should be holding outInstead Iâm giving inIâve got a problem babyIâm weak for loveI guess my self controlHas let me down againI should be holding outInstead Iâm giving inIâve got a problem babyIâm weak for love