Tanita Tikaram - I Love You

Johnny was a peculiar guy Brought up on love and the reasons why But the reasons why ought not to be said And so I'm left hands held to my head, he says I love you I love you I love you And it's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing It's a beautiful, beautiful thing It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing It's a beautiful, beautiful thing Chances, changes are all that you have As you take the hard stuff, lie on your back The smoothness, strangeness Fits like a glove But the comfort of tease Well rises above I love you I love you I love you But is it possible, possible, possible babe? Is it possible for me and you? Is it possible, possible, possible babe? Is it possible for me and you? Gold and waves and Betty Blue Are the images that lead to the clues of why I can't love you I can't love you I can't love you It isn't possible, possible, possible, babe It's impossible for me and you It isn't possible, possible, possible, babe It is impossible for me and you