Everyone thinks I'm just
Way too suspicious, 'cos nothing's wrong
Everyone thinks I see things that aren't even there
But, I've watched you stalking her
I've seen you weaken to her scent on the wind
Do you think I don't know
The minute I look in your eyes?

I'm losing you, looks like I'm losing
I'm losing you, looks like I'm losing
You're almost out of sight

So what I'd better do is
Devise a system to keep you at  home
Or maybe I'll change my make-up and cut off my hair
You know if looks could kill
I'd be a criminal, they'd put me away
and she'd be the one you're thinking about tonight...

I'm losing you, looks like I'm losing
I'm losing you, looks like I'm losing
You're almost out of sight

Idle rumours never should survive
So then how come something's keeping these alive?

I'm losing you, looks like I'm losing
I'm losing you, looks like I'm losing...



© Sharon O'Neill 1982