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Here we are, quiet at your kitchen table With courtesy to little pet peeves Napkins on laps, the strands pulled back I hang the scarf in my mom's anorak Why do I tell you how I feel? When you're just looking down the blouse It's something I wouldn't say out loud If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now Talking to some who laugh and others scorned I guess humor could help me after all It's funny, now I'm just useless and a whore But I'll get a co-sign from your favorite one-man show Why do I tell you how I feel? When you're too busy looking down my blouse It's something I wouldn't say out loud If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now If touch could make them hear, then touch me now Now Mmm, mmm, mmm Mhm, mhm, mhm, mmm Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm Aus Songtexte Mania