Carpenters - who do you love
Some girls sit by the phone at home alone
Hopin’ maybe you’ll call
Not you, you’ll break a date
You wouldn’t wait at all
If I’m hard to handle (tell me ’bout it)
Here’s my angle (think about it)
Takes two to tango and I ought to know
(*) who do you, who do you, who do you love?
Who do you, who do you, who do you love?
Who do you love?
Some girls do it right every night
And never ask for more
Not you, you know the score
You always ask what for
Where’s the danger (tell me ’bout it)
We’ll be strangers (think about it)
If it ever changes, I ought to know
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