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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