Tip Of My Tongue


You somehow knew we'd meet again
Now I understand
If I look surprised don't be alarmed,
I've got you, in my arms
I can almost taste it, and when I can,
(I won't waste the chance)
Just a lick away,
(Oh so close)
and baby there's one thing I know

My heart speaks but the words play
on the tip of my tongue
and no matter
what my lips say, you are still the only one

Never been too cunning, I'm no linguist,
but I can tell you this ---
Ever since I left you I've been lost,
I'm walking in a fog
We can lick this problem;
we can work it out
Don't be impatient, and don't you run,
'cause I want you on the tip of my
I can't find the words
My lips are on their own,
and my speech is slurred
can't even talk on the telephone
I'll take a tip from you
You say my french is pretty good,
so that's what I'll use
If I could!







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