Some girls sit by the phone at home alone

Hopin maybe youll call

Not you, youll break a date

You wouldnt wait at all


If Im hard to handle (tell me bout it)

Heres 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


Wheres the danger (tell me bout it)

Well be strangers (think about it)

If it ever changes, I ought to know


Repeat (*)