You parked your car

Behind mine In the driveway

I felt trapped

I could have gone anywhere

But I couldn't reverse

And what made it worse

Was that you thought it was ok

You thought I was over-reacting

So I told you to back off and get

Out of my life

Lingering looks

Over-bearing passion

Various compatibilities

Except matching fashion

How come there are so many songs about love

When there are so few record players left?

What's love got to do with it?

Tina Turner asks

How should I know?

Do your own research, Tina.

You've got enough money

That's the trouble with people

With lots of money

Always trying to get something for nothing

Always whingeing that no-one loves them

Perhaps that's why

Or perhaps that's got nothing to do with it