Karaoké What Kind of Love Is This Streetheart

I don't hear a word

I don't hear a thing

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

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

What can't it be that when she needed me

Are 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

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

What kind of love is this

Kind that keeps me standing in line

What kind of love is this

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

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