This is a song for a missus
Who spends too much time inside her own head
And I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we get tired and sleep in our bed

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

Oh, this is a hope that you listen
I spend too much time inside my own head
Cause I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we expire and sleep in our deaths

And I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

This is for whoever listens
It's not for her attention
There's just love in my head
And I sing songs
Knowing they're about you
And it's nights you don't know that
Where I toss in my bed
And, and, and
I don't know what I'm doing here

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking
I don't know what we're doing here
Oh, I don't know what we're doing here

Temptations.

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