Lyrics:

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 could 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 program I want to
But I never see it
'Cause I'm thinking about you
And I think
Who knows what love is?
I wonder if you do
Who could 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 could tell me what love is?
I wish it could be you
I wish it could be you
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows