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