Lady, when you love me I feel home sweet home inside of you sublime This garden's sure to grow you know Our love is just like summertime Parrots eye the fruit And we make love Between the harpsichords and lutes Our green limbs intertwine you know Our love is just like summertime Our souls collide We slip and slide We feel no pain And with our lives locked together We weather the wind and rain We grow the farm We're safe from harm Inside this circle of summertime Both of us know is our love
Lovers from the past with poison smiles All pray our love will never last But we are trees not vines you know Our love is just like summertime As the song begins These shipwrecks fade Behind a wave of violins Vivaldi made us rhyme you know Our love is just like summertime
Every time I asked you to be truthful you lied And when I lost my temper you cried Crocodile tears and spoke double talk It's the same old alibis and stories again I redeye there to meet you and then All you ever give me is double talk
You think that love means cope Your life is like some daytime soap Where all the dialogue is just double talk Well I've got news for you This little drama's through 'Cause I can't take no more of your double talk Your double talk
You're so jive - sometimes I think your brain was mislaid You've broken every promise you made You ought to see a doctor for double talk
Never mind 'bout all the times we started again I had the idea there to meet you and then All you ever give me is double talk
Your brand of kindness smarts You call me when I'm on the charts But all you ever give me is double talk Well I've got news for you This little drama's through 'Cause I can't take no more of your double talk Your double talk
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It may come as quite a shock But I'm hip to your double talk All you ever give me is double talk Each time you lie your profile grows- It looks just like Pinocchio's And I can't take no more of your double talk
It may come as quite a shock But I'm hip to your double talk All you ever give me is double talk Each time you lie your profile grows- It looks just like Pinocchio's And I can't take no more of your double talk
There isn't any part of me she does not know We've been together about a thousand years or so Still almost instantly my love begins to show Every time she whispers
It makes no difference if I'm upon my luck When she invites me in my gloom becomes unstuck I feel the barriers around me deconstruct Every time she whispers.
Tensions dissolve when we touch In her arms the world is erased when it's too much All of my deep blue disappears As soon as I hear her whisper
Passion evolves when we touch In her arms I measure success counting how much Music she composes in sighs And how many times she whispers my name.
Love is the weakness that we need to make us strong How can a hundred million Frenchmen all be wrong? And I'm completely at the mercy of her song Every time she whispers.
The music begins And the titles fade in Starring you and me The hero is struggling to say That his lady is far away In her prison of wishes We love and we fight But it's all Day For Night Just a Masquerade We reel 'til the red light is off Then we go take our faces off Like two clowns in a sideshow
Love is like two dreamers dreaming the exact same dream Just another technicolor romance on the screen Love is like two dreamers dreaming the exact same dream Just another technicolor romance on the screen
I keep you in frame And I whisper your name 'til the picture fades The feeling is already gone I don't know why am I going on Can't remember the ending
Whenever I explore the land of Yin I always take one on the chin And now this lioness has almost made me tame I can't pronounce her name But eggplant is her game The lady sticks to me like white on rice She never cooks the same way twice- Maybe it's the mushrooms Maybe the tomatoes I can't reveal her name But eggplant is her game When my baby cooks her eggplant She don't read no book And she's got a Gioconda Kind of dirty look And my baby cooks her eggplant About 19 different ways But sometimes I just have it raw With mayonnaise Maybe it's the way she grates her cheese Or just the freckles on her knees Maybe it's the scallions Maybe she's Italian I can't reveal her name But eggplant is her game.