Letras

I don't hear a word, I don't hear a thing
I need something to make me feel better
I've tried her at home
I've tried on the phone
But somehow I can't seem to get her
I'm waiting in line, I'm wasting my time
Again and again
I keep hoping there's love in her eyes
What kind of love is this?
Kind that keeps me standing in line
What kind of love is this?
Why can't it be that when she needed me
Our memories so hard to recover?
I'm nobody's fool
She's mean when she's cruel
She's saving herself for another
I'm waiting in line, I'm wasting my time
Again and again
I keep hoping there's love in her eyes
What kind of love is this?
Kind that keeps me standing in line
What kind of love is this?
What kind of love is this?
Kind that keeps me standing in line
What kind of love is this?
What kind of love is this?
Kind that keeps me standing in line
What kind of love is this?
I don't hear a word
I don't hear a thing
I need something to make me feel better
Written by: Daryl Floyd Gutheil, Jeffrey Neil, Kenneth Murray Sinnaeve, Kenneth Sheilds
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