Two Out Of Three Ainít Bad

Jim Steinman

 

Baby we could talk all night

But that ainít getting us nowhere

Iíve told you everything I possibly can

Thereís nothing left inside of here

And maybe you can cry all night

But thatíll never change the way that I feel

The snow is really piling up outside

I wish you wouldnít make me leave here

Iíve poured it on and Iíve poured it out

I tried to show you just how much I care

Iím tired of words and Iím too hoarse to shout

You been cold to me so long

Iím crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you

 

I want you, I need you

But there ainít no way Iím ever gonna love you

Now donít be sad, donít be sad

Cause two out of three ainít bad

 

No youíll never find your gold on a sandy beach

Youíll never drill for oil on a city street

I know youíre looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks

But there ainít no Coupe de Ville

Hiding at the bottom of a crackerjack box

I canít lie, I canít tell you that Iím something Iím not

No matter how I try, Iíll never be able

To give you something, something that I just havenít got

 

There is only one girl that I will ever love

And that was so many years ago

And though I know Iíll never get her out of my heart

She never loved me back ooh I know

I remember how she left me on a stormy night

She kissed me and got out of our bed

And though I pleased and I begged her

Not to walk out that door

She packed her bags and turned right away

And she kept of telling me

 

I want you, I need you

But there ainít no way Iím ever gonna love you

Now donít be sad, donít be sad

Cause two out of three ainít bad