I doesnt feel right
The lights are too bright
Im 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 whats the answer
No trouble in my face
Theres not one anxious voice
You know I cant listen
I cant listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, cmon
No air around me
I need to feel free
Im private property
In my sensual world
No indecisions
I have a vision
Theres 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 whats the answer
No trouble in my face
Theres not one anxious voice
You know I cant listen
I cant listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, cmon
No trouble in my face
Theres not one anxious voice
You know I cant listen
I cant listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, cmon
No trouble in my face
Theres not one anxious voice
You know I cant listen
I cant listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, cmon
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 whats the answer
Cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, cmon
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