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
Party in Nova Scotia
Wait for the jet lagBring 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