|
You somehow knew we'd meet again.
|
Now I understand.
|
If I look surprised don't be alarmed,
|
I've got you, in my arms.
|
I can almost taste it, and when I can,
|
(I won't waste the chance).
|
Just a lick away,
|
(Oh so close)
|
and baby there's one thing I know...
|
|
My heart speaks but the words play
|
on the tip of my tongue...
|
and no matter
|
what my lips say, you are still the only one.
|
|
Never been too cunning, I'm no linguist,
|
but I can tell you this ---
|
Ever since I left you I've been lost,
|
I'm walking in a fog.
|
We can lick this problem;
|
we can work it out.
|
Don't be impatient, and don't you run,
|
'cause I want you on the tip of my...
|
I can't find the words.
|
My lips are on their own,
|
and my speech is slurred...
|
can't even talk on the telephone.
|
I'll take a tip from you.
|
You say my french is pretty good,
|
so that's what I'll use...
|
If I could!
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Tip Of My Tongue
|
| The Tubes |
