Tell me the answer
i doesn’t feel right the lights are too bright i’m feeling uptight in my sensual world i need to be you i need to breathe too i need to see through life with these sensitive words
i could blame it on you i could blame it on my instincts i could blame it on the train to the plane the boat to the shore so tell me what’s the answer
no trouble in my face there’s not one anxious voice you know i can’t listen i can’t listen you say that you are everything do you taste good so c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
no air around me i need to feel free i’m private property in my sensual world no indecisions i have a vision there’s no collision there with these sensitive words
i could blame it on you i could blame it on my instincts i could blame it on the train to the plane the boat to the shore so tell me what’s the answer
no trouble in my face there’s not one anxious voice you know i can’t listen i can’t listen you say that you are everything do you taste good so c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
no trouble in my face there’s not one anxious voice you know i can’t listen i can’t listen you say that you are everything do you taste good so c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
no trouble in my face there’s not one anxious voice you know i can’t listen i can’t listen you say that you are everything do you taste good so c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
all from too much choice yeh yeh
i could blame it on the train to the plane the boat to the shore so tell me what’s the answer
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
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