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