Sophie - Jake Thackray
I should like to know,
I'd like to find out,
What my Sophie thinks about.
Lying here in bed
I may not decide
What goes on inside her head.
I know that she likes me 'cause
She says so often
And besides, if she didn't,
Well she wouldn't be here.
And every now and then
She goes all inscrutable
And I don't like it when
She doesn't seem so near.
Yes, I should like to know,
I'd like to find out,
What old Sophie thinks about.
Does she tell me lies?
Is she on the make?
What's behind those vacant eyes?
I know that she doesn't like
Going to parties
And I know that she likes drinking
Whisky mac. I know that she's daft about
Liquorice allsorts.
I know that she likes it when
I stroke her back.
But I should like to know,
I'd like to find out,
What my Sophie thinks about.
Breathing in my hair,
Never says a word.
Is my little bird all there?
She's got a lovely bottom
And I prize it highly;
I've studied its proportions time and again.
I know her snowy breasts and her deep,
Dark navel,
And I'm no stranger to her abdomen.
Oh, I should like to know,
I'd like to find out,
What old Sophie thinks about.
There's a question mark,
There's a mystery,
Lying in the dark with me