Had some of Bruce’s Kahlua Some of Katie’s too. Talked to the bottles about you, and Still don’t know what to do. You say you know love’s not the answer. Well, I never thought that it was. And though I know we need answers, I think about love just because. Trouble’s in town, And he’s finally got round To this thing that I’m sharing with you. But if I just keep drinking Kahlua, He may not know what to do. Finished off Katie’s Kahlua, And all of Bruce’s too. Damned bottles won’t give up the answers. I Might as well talk to you. Guess I’ll stop thinkin’ ‘bout love; It’s not going to find you and me. It’s time for that frank conversation. I guess we’ll just see what we see.