Some
people donÕt
While
some sleep alone
Me,
IÕve
got this telephone
Got
lust
Got
an ache in my heart
Chorus:
HmmmmmÉ.
HmmmmÉ.
Some
people can make love through their letters
Me
I have never much cared for words
Always
fell in love with my betters
Acted
wounded when I ended up hurt
Some
people always
Smell
and stink of lust
Me,
I
have only ever made love on my own
Even
then never been much of a lover
I
embarrass myself when I am all alone
Some
people make
Love
through their eyes
Me,
I
might as well be blind
Falling
apart
Tripped
over it
And
broke your heart
Some
people
Can
feel love in the air
I
would not feel it
If
it were a brick in the face
Love
came to town
I
was in outer space
I conquered
the moon
Came
home a disgrace
Some
people say
Love
is a sin
Me
Then
I guess I can never win
Made
love my faith
Made
it my foundation
I
was plastered naked
All across the nation.