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
.
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 thou
Read his eyes.
And i can see him…
