| "I'm Talking About You" | |
| There's something about the lines on your face They make me feel like I belong You've been places, I've been places Guess we both did some things wrong I want to see so many things, I'm not quite done yet I want to unlock all the things that are trapped inside my head But I'd swap it all for a naughty afternoon with you in bed It broadens my mind You don't want to know what I do for a job: The price I pay for freedom of choice I may not be able to speak my mind But at least I have a singing voice I want to see so many things, I'm not quite done yet I want to unlock all the things that are trapped inside my head But I'd swap it all for a naughty afternoon with you in bed It broadens my mind I wish I knew your body like I know my Beatles harmonies I'd sing you beside me and hang suspended fourths around you There's something about the lines on your face They make me feel like I belong You've been places, I've been places Guess we both did some things wrong I want to see so many things, I'm not quite done yet I want to unlock all the things that are trapped inside my head But I'd swap it all for a naughty afternoon with you in bed It broadens my mind | |