What's The Point - Faye Webster

I drove to Tennessee just for him to kiss me

I tried too hard

Too hard

But he never took me out

We stayed shut up in his house

I tried too hard

Too hard

He said

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point?

Yeah he said

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point?

Every song he’d sing

I’d pretend was for me

I tried too hard

Too hard

He kept me at arm’s length

But close enough to play his game

I tried too hard

Too hard

He said

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point?

Yeah he said

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point, dear?

What’s the point?

I haven’t seen him since

We never talk like this

I tried too hard

Too hard

I’ll always turn my head

When I drive by where he lived

I tried too hard

Too hard

I thought

There’s no point here

There’s no point here

There’s no point here

There’s no point here

There’s no point here

There’s no point here

There’s no point