Theres 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 cant read his mind.
I can see him dance away now
oh oh - oh oh oh.
He was one of the kind
that seems so hard to find.
Theres a change of weather, now
he leaves me far behind.
That I dont matter to him
came as such a surprise.
Well, I can read his lips,
I thought I read his eyes.
And I can see him...
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