What’s love got to do with you

Something you can’t touch

Something you can’t breathe

Something you can’t feel

Some one you don’t know

You can’t have the thing you need

You can’t have me

Your not invited

Party in Nova Scotia

Self portrait in the rain

Bring me some of those Spanish dancers

Pour me a bottle misses Jones
And sign us some of those Rio songs
Misses Jones
Fla la la ti da
Shes watching you no she’s looking at me
No no no she’s looking at her
As she glances to the sights
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She’s looking at her

A journey to nowhere

Take me where I want to