What is love? Baby, don't hurt me.
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Love. Love will tear us apart. Again.
"Way out in Seattle a young Kurt Cobain
snuck out to the greenhouse and put a bullet in his brain.
Snakes in the grass below our feet, rain in the clouds above.
Some moments last forever...some flare out with love love love."
The love that loves the love that loves to love the love that loves to love the love.
What is love anyway?
Who do you love?
Who loves you? and
Who do you love?
Who loves you, pretty baby? Who's gonna help you through the night?
Love is the drug I'm thinking of.
Love is strange.