Stop in the name of love before you break my heart.

Baby, baby, I’m aware of where you go each time you leave my door.

I watch you walking down the street, knowing your other love you’ll meet.

This time, before you run to her, leaving me alone and hurt — think it over.

After I’ve been good to you? Think it over.

After I’ve been sweet to you?

Stop in the name of love before you break my heart.

Think it over. Think it over.