(What could be lonely 'bout you?

What could be lonely 'bout you?

What could be lonely 'bout you?

What could be lonely 'bout you?

What could be lonely 'bout you?)

No

There ain't nothing special 'bout my life

My egoism is so not

But oh so comfortably confusion is my life,

Pleased to meet you baby

'Cause I've got infinity to bring me a little paradise...

There you are to kiss me

Must you always live right now?

But I always see you right in the middle of everybody's life

Singing everybody wants me there

But everybody wants to put me down

What could be lonely 'bout you?

What could be lonely 'bout you baby?

You're immaculately touched

And they love you so much

Whatever's lonely 'bout you

Only makes me totally convinced

that my own personal gravity serves me well

Why am I always misinterpreting my guilt?

My happiness makes me sad somehow

And I'm no guardian angel but I can loan you mine

They're tickling all my precious depressions

So melancholy's bringing me a little

of what he calls paradise

I'm bored with my elation

It humors me to tears sometimes

But always manages to put a little hickey

on everybody's mind

Why does everybody want me here

But no one here can give me reasons why?

What could be lonely 'bout you?

What could be lonely 'bout you baby?

You're immaculately touched

And they love you so much

Whatever's lonely 'bout you

Only makes me totally convinced

that my own personal gravity serves me well

Why do I do everything