I've been lonely, I've been waitin' for you
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
The love I'm sendin'
Ain't makin' it through to your heart
You've been hidin', never lettin' it show
Always tryin' to keep it under control
You got it down and you're well on your way to the top
But there's somethin' that you forgot
What about love?
Don't you want someone to care about you?
And what about love?
Don't let it slip away
What about love?
I only want to share it with you
You might need it someday
I can't tell you what you're feelin' inside
And I can't sell you what you don't want to buy
Something's missing, you got to look back on your life
You know something here just ain't right
What about love?
Don't you want someone to care about you?
What about love?
Don't let it slip away
What about love?
I only want to share it with you
What about love?
Don't you want someone to care about you?
What about love?
Don't let it slip away
But what about love?
I only want to share it with you
Oh no
Ohh ohh, oh what about love?
Yeah
Ooh ooh hoo
What about love?
Love, love, love
What about, what about love?
Ooh hoo hoo hoo
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Jim Vallance / Robert Allen / Sharon Alton
What About Love lyrics © Almo Music Corp., Sony/atv Tunes Llc, Testatyme Music, Sony Welbeck Music Canada, Ole 2101 Songs, Ole Team 2101 Songs, Emi Music Publishing Ltd, Al-toons Music Inc, Anthem Team 2101 Songs, Anthem 2101 Songs
C.: Wow! What a dream! I dreamt that I was supposed to marry the five-time heavyweight cat fighting champion of the world, Tucker Tucker Two, today. I didn’t want to in my dream, so I called my cousin from another planet, ELAC, who’s my direct opposite. She lived on the plane HTRAE and was a math genius. I asked her to come to Earth and rescue me from my wedding, but she said that she needed time to do the correct calculations to get to Earth from HTRAE and it may take all week. Wow! I must have really been out of it. I even dreamt that the two cats next door that live with my best friend, d.c. scot, were affiliated with Tucker’s cartel that Tom the Tabby runs. And, Tucker’s the cartel's top enforcer. What a dream!…
Wait one moment. Shon, Big Boy, why are y’all in my closet, where I sleep? Shouldn’t you be next door with my best friend and next door neighbor, d.c. scot, and his wife, Eudora? That is where y’all live, isn’t it?
Big Boy: Wheeze here ta makes sure dat youse makes it to yo’ weddin’ tonight. Youse really had a good time at yo’ rehearsal dinner las’ night. Youse ate so much catnip dat Shon here, and me had ta drags ya backs here and puts ya ins yo’ fancy smanchy bed. Wheeze gonna watch yas and makes sure dat yo’ makes it to da church on time (at seven p.m.’s tanight, dat is).
Shon: Yeah.
C.: Well, fellas, I hate to tell y'all this, but I don’t eat catnip anymore. I kicked the habit a couple of years ago, and haven’t touched it since. I think that this is just a huge misunderstanding. Maybe, if you call Tucker, we can all sit and talk this out, like mature cats.
BB: No can do, Ca.E! Wheeze beens hireds ta do a job, and wheeze gonna do it, no matta what yo’ say.
Shon: Yeah.
C.: Well, I know when I’ve been defeated, but y’all are male cats. Please let me get dressed for my wedding tonight without watching me. I’m just asking for y'all to let me reserve my dignity.
BB.: OKay. Wheeze’ll jus’ stands by da do’ and da winder ta makes sure dat youse don’ go nowheres.
Shon: Yeah.
C.: (Well, there goes that idea). This is a strange turn of events, to say the least. Less than one year ago, Tucker and Tom were looking for me while I was hiding under Mom and Dad’s bed. They traveled the world looking for me, because I was sending d.c. hints about where I was with song lyrics. I knew that they would bug d.c.’s phone, so I outsmarted them. Then, Tucker and I started talking, then dating, and then we decided to get married.
I do care for Tucker, but how much? In this century, almost everything is quantifiable. d.c. says that if one of his patients is complaining of pain, his protocols say that he should ask the patient to quantify his pain on a 0-10 scale. So, what about love? Is that quantifiable on a 0-10 scale? I can only count to two, so that would be my answer if I was asked to quantify anything. But, what if I told Tucker I loved him two out of ten and he answered that he loved me a ten out of ten? Does that make us incompatible? I would only give that answer because that’s as high as I can count. So, really, that would be the highest compliment I could give him. But, I’m not sure that I love Tucker at that level, or any level. It’s not the big guy’s fault. He’s been good to me, for the most part. I do think that posting guards to make sure that I make it to my wedding is going too far, but he is a cartel member. That’s the way they do business.
BB: Cal.E., it’s time to go. Wheeze needs ta leave now ta avoid da traffic. Wheeze gonna be Tucker’s groomsmen. Let’s go, let’s go let’s go!
Shon: Yeah.
C.: ??!! I thought that my seven sons were the groomsmen, but it looks as if Tucker has commandeered everything about this wedding. I hope that he doesn't try that with our marriage, because it looks like I’m destined to marry the five-time heavyweight cat fighting champion of the world tonight, unless…
d.: Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
Tune in tomorrow, folks, and find out if ELAC makes it in time to save Cal.E. from an uncertain future, or if she’s destined to become a cartel moll.
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