Sometimes all I need
Is to lie on my floor
Stereo headphones, crown of thorns
Wrapped around my head
Is that what you said?
I think I misheard
You spoke the words right through my head
Sometimes all I am
Is a walking sitarette
On the avenue, searching for you
I hang
That picture on the wall
Drawn when you were so small
Can't be so on
That picture on the wall
Sometimes all I need
Is for my love to call
The words can write themselves
But please give me a call
Please give me a call
Please give me a call
Is to lie on my floor
Stereo headphones, crown of thorns
Wrapped around my head
Is that what you said?
I think I misheard
You spoke the words right through my head
Sometimes all I am
Is a walking sitarette
On the avenue, searching for you
I hang
That picture on the wall
Drawn when you were so small
Can't be so on
That picture on the wall
Sometimes all I need
Is for my love to call
The words can write themselves
But please give me a call
Please give me a call
Please give me a call
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