Who Knows What Love Is?

Sitting in my front room

On a rainy afternoon

My mind turns to think of you

And how I might see you soon

Then I get myself a glass of milk

And a color magazine

I flick through it slowly

But the pages are unseen

And I think



(*)Who knows what love is

I wonder if you do

Who could tell me what love is

I wish it could be you

I wish it could be you



Sitting in my front room

As the sun is going down

I'm wishing I had someone

Who could maybe come around

Oh but all I do is watch TV

A program I want to

But I never see it

'Cause I'm thinking about you

And I think



(*repeat 2 times)



Who knows (repeat)