(Carly Simon/Don Was)
A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really thinks I'm a star
I answered him with humility
And then asked him if he'd like some tea
Interview, who's interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
He asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thing
I lied and said 'Yes a gift from a king'
I watched his arms and how his lips moved
He asked me if my parents approved
He asked to see my Ruby ring
And if as a child I had liked to sing
Interview, who's interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
I said yes, Oh yes 400 times
'You've so open'he said 'So you always tell the truth?'
'Never,'I said, 'That's that?'
A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really thinks I'm a star
I answered him with humility
And then asked him if he'd like some tea
Interview, who's interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
He asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thing
I lied and said 'Yes a gift from a king'
I watched his arms and how his lips moved
He asked me if my parents approved
He asked to see my Ruby ring
And if as a child I had liked to sing
Interview, who's interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
I said yes, Oh yes 400 times
'You've so open'he said 'So you always tell the truth?'
'Never,'I said, 'That's that?'
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