I doesn't feel right

The lights are too bright

I'm 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 what's the answer



No trouble in my face

There's not one anxious voice

You know I can't listen

I can't listen

You say that you are everything

Do you taste good

So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon



No air around me

I need to feel free

I'm private property

In my sensual world

No indecisions

I have a vision

There's 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 what's the answer



No trouble in my face

There's not one anxious voice

You know I can't listen

I can't listen

You say that you are everything

Do you taste good

So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon



No trouble in my face

There's not one anxious voice

You know I can't listen

I can't listen

You say that you are everything

Do you taste good

So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon



No trouble in my face

There's not one anxious voice

You know I can't listen

I can't listen

You say that you are everything

Do you taste good

So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon



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 what's the answer



C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon