Lyrics:
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 colour 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 can 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 programme I want to
But I never see it
Cos I'm thinking about you
And I think
Who knows what love is
I wonder if you do
Who can tell me what love is
I wish it could be you
I wish it could be you
Who knows what love is
I wonder if you do
Who can tell me what love is
I wish it could be you
I wish it could be you
Who knows
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