Song | Somebody |
Artist | Scala & Kolacny Brothers |
Album | Dream On |
I want somebody to share | |
share the rest of my life | |
share my innermost thoughts | |
know my intimate details | |
someone who'll stand by my side | |
and give me support | |
and in return | |
she'll get my support | |
she will listen to me | |
when I want to speak | |
about the world we live in | |
and life in general | |
though my views may be wrong | |
they may even be perverted | |
she'll hear me out | |
and won't easily be converted | |
to my way of thinking | |
in fact she'll often disagree | |
but at the end of it all | |
she will understand me | |
I want somebody who cares | |
for me passionately | |
with every thought | |
and with every breath | |
someone who'll help me see things | |
in a different light | |
all the things I detest | |
I will almost like | |
I don't want to be tied | |
to anyone's strings | |
I'm carefully trying to stay clear | |
out of those things | |
But when I'm asleep | |
I want somebody | |
who will put their arms around me | |
and kiss me tenderly | |
though things like this make me sick | |
in a case like this | |
I'll get away with it |
I want somebody to share | |
share the rest of my life | |
share my innermost thoughts | |
know my intimate details | |
someone who' ll stand by my side | |
and give me support | |
and in return | |
she' ll get my support | |
she will listen to me | |
when I want to speak | |
about the world we live in | |
and life in general | |
though my views may be wrong | |
they may even be perverted | |
she' ll hear me out | |
and won' t easily be converted | |
to my way of thinking | |
in fact she' ll often disagree | |
but at the end of it all | |
she will understand me | |
I want somebody who cares | |
for me passionately | |
with every thought | |
and with every breath | |
someone who' ll help me see things | |
in a different light | |
all the things I detest | |
I will almost like | |
I don' t want to be tied | |
to anyone' s strings | |
I' m carefully trying to stay clear | |
out of those things | |
But when I' m asleep | |
I want somebody | |
who will put their arms around me | |
and kiss me tenderly | |
though things like this make me sick | |
in a case like this | |
I' ll get away with it |