Song | This Paranoia |
Artist | Kim Wilde |
Album | Come Out and Play |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Oooh, I feel the fear in you | |
I see it in your face | |
I know the color, shape, the size | |
I even know the taste | |
You wear it like a trophy | |
But I see it wear you down | |
I hold my breath and count to ten | |
Each time you come around | |
Now here we go again | |
And both of us pretend | |
You know it has no end | |
This paranoia | |
Why'd you want to bring me down again | |
Ooh, this paranoia | |
What's it doing for ya? | |
Why don't you throw it out! | |
Ooh, you make a calculation | |
And you always know the score | |
You say that two and two is ten | |
Even when we know it's four | |
And if a judge and jury turned to you | |
And said “guilty†| |
You'd only look them in the eye | |
And say “it wasn't me†| |
Now here we go again | |
And both of us pretend | |
You know it has no end | |
This paranoia | |
Blaming everybody for your own mistakes | |
Don't know how much longer | |
I can fake this | |
Ooh, cos I can't take no more | |
This paranoia | |
Throw it out |
Oooh, I feel the fear in you | |
I see it in your face | |
I know the color, shape, the size | |
I even know the taste | |
You wear it like a trophy | |
But I see it wear you down | |
I hold my breath and count to ten | |
Each time you come around | |
Now here we go again | |
And both of us pretend | |
You know it has no end | |
This paranoia | |
Why' d you want to bring me down again | |
Ooh, this paranoia | |
What' s it doing for ya? | |
Why don' t you throw it out! | |
Ooh, you make a calculation | |
And you always know the score | |
You say that two and two is ten | |
Even when we know it' s four | |
And if a judge and jury turned to you | |
And said guilty | |
You' d only look them in the eye | |
And say it wasn' t me | |
Now here we go again | |
And both of us pretend | |
You know it has no end | |
This paranoia | |
Blaming everybody for your own mistakes | |
Don' t know how much longer | |
I can fake this | |
Ooh, cos I can' t take no more | |
This paranoia | |
Throw it out |
Oooh, I feel the fear in you | |
I see it in your face | |
I know the color, shape, the size | |
I even know the taste | |
You wear it like a trophy | |
But I see it wear you down | |
I hold my breath and count to ten | |
Each time you come around | |
Now here we go again | |
And both of us pretend | |
You know it has no end | |
This paranoia | |
Why' d you want to bring me down again | |
Ooh, this paranoia | |
What' s it doing for ya? | |
Why don' t you throw it out! | |
Ooh, you make a calculation | |
And you always know the score | |
You say that two and two is ten | |
Even when we know it' s four | |
And if a judge and jury turned to you | |
And said guilty | |
You' d only look them in the eye | |
And say it wasn' t me | |
Now here we go again | |
And both of us pretend | |
You know it has no end | |
This paranoia | |
Blaming everybody for your own mistakes | |
Don' t know how much longer | |
I can fake this | |
Ooh, cos I can' t take no more | |
This paranoia | |
Throw it out |