Another judgement day.    Another passion play.    Another price to pay.   All for pity's sake.       Don't want him callin' on your phone.    Don't want him comin' to your home.    Say you just want to be alone   In a Greta Garbo way.       And you call yourself a purist   Cuz you cry out loud   Like you're crying now      But I say you're just a tourist    In the land of love.    Come on and give it up       When you gonna figure it out?       So you met him at a party and you took him on home   And for the next six weeks you were never alone.    Told you that he loved you, told you you were right   Showed you he was hungry in the middle of the night      And you said you always wanted him to follow his dreams    And "Don't go changing just to try to please me."    But when those dreams led him out the door   Decided you don't really want to love him no more      Well front on this. Front on this.    You don't own the man with your body and bliss   And what you call love, trust and affection   Seems to be coming from the wrong direction      Sound likes grasping, sounds like pain   Sounds like the opposite of communicate   And if you keep going with a heart so closed    May find yourself with your own hand to hold      And you call yourself a purist   Cuz you cry out loud   Like you're crying now      But I say you're just a tourist    In the land of love.    Come on and give it up       When you gonna figure it out?      So you say you got hurt went to find yourself another   Looking for a girlfriend, looking for a lover   Liked the way she smiled, liked the way she'd flirt   Liked the way she looked in that little black skirt.       So you took her on home, thought the party'd never end   But now there's too much time with her mother and friends   Shopping on the tv, talking on the phone   Leaving you to puzzle over dinner alone      Well front on this. Front on this.   You don't own the girl with your gold and gifts   And what you call love, trust and relations   Seems to be coming from a time more ancient      Sound likes grasping, sounds like hate    Sounds like the opposite of communicate   And if you keep hunting with a heart so cold   May find yourself with a life time alone      When you gonna figure it out?