(Carly Simon/Don Was)
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A sweet young man sat on my chair
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With a tape machine and a face of fear
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He asked how does it feel to be who you are
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I thought, this boy really thinks I'm a star
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I answered him with humility
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And then asked him if he'd like some tea
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Interview, who's interviewing who
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Are you interviewing me
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Or am I interviewing you
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He asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thing
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I lied and said "Yes a gift from a king"
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I watched his arms and how his lips moved
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He asked me if my parents approved
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He asked to see my Ruby ring
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And if as a child I had liked to sing
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Interview, who's interviewing who
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Are you interviewing me
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Or am I interviewing you
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I said yes, Oh yes 400 times
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"You're so open" he said "do you always tell the truth?"
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"Never," I said, "What's that?"
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But how would it feel to hold me in your arms
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You could get to know me down on the farm
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Then you could see me as the child I've become
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'Cause being grown up can be so lonesome
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Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
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Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
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Interview, who's interviewing who
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Are you interviewing me
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Or am i interviewing you
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Interview
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Carly Simon |