Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words made of knives You grace me with your cold shoulder You say it's all in my head And the things I think just don't make sense So where you been then? Don't go all coy Don't turn it round on

Always somewhere Miss you where I've been I'll be back to love you again Arrive at seven the place feels good No time to call you today Encores till eleven then Chinese food Back to the hotel again I call your number the line ain't free I like to tell