I doesnīt feel right
The lights are too bright
Iīm 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 whatīs the answer
No trouble in my face
Thereīs not one anxious voice
You know I canīt listen
I canīt listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
Cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
No air around me
I need to feel free
Iīm private property
In my sensual world
No indecisions
I have a vision
Thereīs 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 whatīs the answer
No trouble in my face
Thereīs not one anxious voice
You know I canīt listen
I canīt listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
Cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
No trouble in my face
Thereīs not one anxious voice
You know I canīt listen
I canīt listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
Cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
No trouble in my face
Thereīs not one anxious voice
You know I canīt listen
I canīt listen
You say that you are everything
Do you taste good
So cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
Cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
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 whatīs the answer
Cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
Cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
Cīmon, cīmon, cīmon
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