G. T. O. - Sinitta

He stays up all night

Giving all his time

To his G.T.O

I don’t know why I hang around

I guess, I love him so

We go on the strip

Everybody stares

As we cruise the line

It’s such fun to be hip

But I want more from

This guy of mine

But he won’t talk about

Making me happy

But what can I do?

He’s got a big red G.T.O

Everywhere we go The G.T.O.

must go

But I wonder if he’ll ever know

If he loves me or just his G.T.O

He’s in love alright, no one else

Touches his pride and joy

Though it hurts inside I’m gonna keep

Holding on to that boy

But he won’t talk about

Going steady

He’s in love already

I’d never think about leaving my baby

'Cause I’m not a fool

He’s got a big red G.T.O

Everywhere we go the G.T.O.

must go

But I wonder if he’ll ever know

If he loves me, does he love me?

Does he love me or just his G.T.O.