What you see won’t be what you get, you bet your ass And someone will be singing “Life’s a Gas”. I’ll get off my back, get on my bicycle and ask. I want you.
All day long I wonder what the hell went wrong with me And I must confess I don’t profess to be An expert spouting complex philosophies. Just want you.
I can see it’s much too much to ask for. I can see you don’t believe a word But I feel I’ve learned my lesson. I want you.
It occurs to me that all my dreams are dreams of yesterday. All is shallow, blasé or passé. All indications seem to point the same way. I want you.