If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you? (Bread)
Can’t we stop hurting each other (Carpenters)
Hey, hey, Johnny, can’t you come out and play? (John Lennon)
What’ve I gotta do to make you love me? (Elton John)
Who wants to buy this diamond ring (Gary Lewis)
Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away? Will you make me your wife? (Meatloaf)
I don’t even want to think about what these responses say about my playlist:)
Are You Hung Up?
What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?
Who Needs the Peace Corps?
What’s the Ugliest Part of Your Body?
Who Are the Brain Police?
Eddie, Are You Kidding?
Why do birds suddenly appear, every time, you are near?
Why does it always rain on me?
What becomes of the broken hearted?
Where do they make balloons?
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Will you still love me tommorow?
I believe the Backstreet Boys had a song saying, “Tell me whyyyyyyy” While not really a question, it was a demand for an answer, which is kind of the same thing.
“What Are They Doin’ In Heaven Today?” - Washington Phillips
“Where Is My Mind?” & “Is She Weird” - The Pixies
“What Is the Light?” & “How Will We Know? (Futuristic Crashendos)” - The Flaming Lips
“Who’s Sucking on Grandpa’s Balls Since Grandma Ain’t Home Tonight?” - The Frogs