what have I gotta do to make you love me

what have I gotta do to make you care

what do I do when lightning strikes me

and awake to find that you're not there

what have I gotta do to make you want me

what have I gotta do to be heard

what do I say when it's all over babe

sorry seems to be the hardest word

it's sad so sad it's a sad sad situation

and it's getting more and more absurd

it's sad so sad why can't we talk it over

always seems to me that

sorry seems to be the hardest word

what have I do to make you want me

what have I gotta do to be heard

what do I say when it's all over

sorry seems to be the hardest word

It's sad so sad it's a sad sad situation

and it's getting more and more absurd

it's sad so sad why can't we talk it over

always seems to me

sorry seems to be the hardest word

what have I do to make you love me

what have I gotta do to be heard

what do I do when lightning strikes me

what have I gotta do what have I gotta do

when sorry seems to be the hardest word

He was looking for the Perfect Woman

One afternoon, Nasruddin and his friend were sitting in a cafe, drinking tea and talking about life and love.

His friend asked: "How come you never married?"

"Well," said Nasruddin, "to tell you the truth, I spent my youth looking for the perfect woman. In Cairo I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she was unkind. Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but we had no common interests. One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always be something missing.

Then, one day, I met her. Beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had very much in common. In fact, she was perfect!"

"What happened?" asked Nasruddin’s friend, "Why didn’t you marry her?"

Nasruddin sipped his tea reflectively.

"Well,"

he replied,

"it’s really the sad story of my life..

It seemed..

She was looking for the perfect man.."