Eh, let me say right away, that lest it has slipped you mind, eh, This record is electrically recorded. Electrically electrically. OH! Electrically! Oh! What’s it for, this need for loving that once more Is whispering unlock the door and let someone come through to find The sip of love I leave behind In loving you Unsure of quite what is true Let that all go, I tell myself What’s it for, I answer And close the door, I answer Why do I question her every thought I make? What’s it for? The mere existence of a door Is something to be grateful for, And after all what can I do but hope what I call love is true As I feel now. No asking questions this time As I feel now, I wonder how “What’s it for” Existed And open doors resisted So I won’t question all the love I make