Who loves you? and
Who do you love?
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.
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.
Love is a stranger.
Love is a temple. Love a higher law.
Love is a shield to hide behind
Love? Love will keep us together.
Love? Love will keep us together.
Oh didn't you hear? It'll tear us apart.
Unless it's Love with the perfect stranger.
Love Hurts. - my secret dead boyfriend