i don't feel right   the lights are too bright   i'm feeling uptight in my sensual world   i need to be you   i need to breathe too   i need to see through life   with these sensitive words      i could blame it on you   i could blame it on my instincts   i could blame it on the train to the plane   the boat to the shore   so tell me what's the answer      no trouble in my face   there's not one anxious voice   you know i can't listen   i can't listen   you say that you are everything   do you taste good   so c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   c'mon, c'mon, c'mon      no air around me   i need to feel free   i'm private property   in my sensual world   no indecisions   i have a vision   there's no collision there   with these sensitive words      i could blame it on you   i could blame it on my instincts   i could blame it on the train to the plane   the boat to the shore   so tell me what's the answer      no trouble in my face   there's not one anxious voice   you know i can't listen   i can't listen   you say that you are everything   do you taste good   so c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   c'mon, c'mon, c'mon      no trouble in my face   there's not one anxious voice   you know i can't listen   i can't listen   you say that you are everything   do you taste good   so c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   c'mon, c'mon, c'mon      no trouble in my face   there's not one anxious voice   you know i can't listen   i can't listen   you say that you are everything   do you taste good   so c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   c'mon, c'mon, c'mon      all from too much choice yeh yeh      i could blame it on the train to the plane   the boat to the shore   so tell me what's the answer      c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   c'mon, c'mon, c'mon