Текст песни Who Knows What Love Is?

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