There's a hidden meaning

in everything he says,

every close encounter,

every kiss, every caress.

Even the truth has got that bitter taste of a lie.

Well, I can read his lips but

I can't read his mind.



I can see him dance away now

oh oh - oh oh oh.



He was one of the kind

that seems so hard to find.

There's a change of weather, now

he leaves me far behind.

That I don't matter to him

came as such a surprise.

Well, I can read his lips,

I thought I read his eyes.



And I can see him...