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Do you know what it means to me
To delight in your company
Could it happen to me
Do you know what I'm certain of?
I would love to fall in love
Could it happen to me?
Hey won't you look at me
Now I'm cracked wide open I can't conceal
My all-over trembling, I'm acting strange
And while you're out of reach, I never change
God knows I'm beside myself
If a tear's a crime, then I must confess
My guilty secret, I'm not ashamed
Take me as I am, an average man
Oh boy is it getting rough
When my old world charm isn't quite enough
I'd throw you cantos, I'd jazz 'em up
When I lay me down, you don't pick up
What's more, it's a crying shame
Only this time no one but myself to blame
All I touch turns to dust
It's right there in my cards, I ought to cut
Let us sing of the tortured heart
And the lonely soul in this world apart
As he plays a fear, takes a little pain
And move our separate ways, on again
It is easy to say I do
At this moment I love you
Seems beyond me, it's true
Now that evening is closing in
Should I light that fire again?
Could it happen to me?
Did it happen to you?
~Roxy Music, 1975
To delight in your company
Could it happen to me
Do you know what I'm certain of?
I would love to fall in love
Could it happen to me?
Hey won't you look at me
Now I'm cracked wide open I can't conceal
My all-over trembling, I'm acting strange
And while you're out of reach, I never change
God knows I'm beside myself
If a tear's a crime, then I must confess
My guilty secret, I'm not ashamed
Take me as I am, an average man
Oh boy is it getting rough
When my old world charm isn't quite enough
I'd throw you cantos, I'd jazz 'em up
When I lay me down, you don't pick up
What's more, it's a crying shame
Only this time no one but myself to blame
All I touch turns to dust
It's right there in my cards, I ought to cut
Let us sing of the tortured heart
And the lonely soul in this world apart
As he plays a fear, takes a little pain
And move our separate ways, on again
It is easy to say I do
At this moment I love you
Seems beyond me, it's true
Now that evening is closing in
Should I light that fire again?
Could it happen to me?
Did it happen to you?
~Roxy Music, 1975