i thought i heard a lover's sigh

it wasn't very loud

it came as i was passing by

somebody else's cloud



the curtains were the finest lace

and when the night winds blew

i saw the dew upon her face

and other places too



nobody knows what you do to me

and nobody's past is history

but the thing they should know seems to be

that it's nobody's business at all



i took a walk down lovers lane

a quick call to the boss

and yet again it seems my gain

is somebody else's loss



automobilia nowhere steer

my camera standing by

i wait for evening mists to clear

so i can find out why



nobody knows what you do to me

and nobody's past is history

but the thing they should know seems to be

that it's nobody's business at all