Regina Love:
He could be a sinner, or a gentleman
He could be your preacher, when your soul is damned
Jordan Smith:
He could be your lawyer on a witness stand, but
He'll never love you like I can, can
Jordan Smith:
A chance encounter of circumstance
Maybe he's a mantra, keeps your mind entranced
Regina Love:
He could be your silence in this mayhem
Both:
He'll never love you like I can, can, can
Jordan Smith:
Why are you looking down all the wrong roads
When mine is the heart and the soul that is sore?
Regina Love:
Whoa, there may be lovers who hold out their hands
They'll never love you like I can, can, can
They'll never love you like I can, can, can
Both:
They'll never love you like I can, can, can
Regina Love:
We both have demons, that we can't stand
Jordan Smith:
I love your demons, like devils can
Regina Love:
And I'm still seeking an honest man
Jordan Smith:
Then stop deceiving, Lord, please
Both:
Please
Regina Love:
Why are you looking all down the wrong roads
When mine is the heart and the soul that is sore
Jordan Smith:
Oh, there may be lovers who hold out their hands
They'll never love you like I can, can, can
Regina Love:
No, no, they will never love you
They'll never love you like I can, can, can
Both:
Oh, they'll never love you like I can, can, can
They'll never love you like I can, can, can