Another house built on the solid foundation of BOCrew’s WHEN THE SKY TURNS BLUE.
Not quite the sumptuous den of seduction so gracefully prowled by Mykle Anthony in Rocavaco’s version. More low-rent, angst-ridden bedsit than groovy bachelor pad.

Love is not my friend
Love is a vision I can’t capture
Love is not my friend
Love is what’s missing from this picture
Last time I made a date with love, love didn’t show
What have I ever done to love, that’s what I’d like to know
Love is not my friend
Love is not my friend

Love is not my friend
Love can’t be relied on
Love is not my friend
Love’s shoulder can’t be cried on
You didn’t have to go looking for love, love came looking for you
Me love just stood up at some so-called rendezvous
Love is not my friend
Love is not my friend

Love is not my friend
Love won’t lie down with me
Love is not my friend
Love’s most reluctant to be found with me
Just saw love striding past in seven league boots
Going somewhere else too fast to put down any roots
Love is not my friend
Love is not my friend

Oh love
Why have you forsaken me?

Oh love
Oh love
Oh love
Why have you forsaken me?