What's It for

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

(Repeat entire last paragraph one more time)