You Do Something To Me - Paul Weller

(Need, need, you do that to me, whoa oh) (Need, you do that, yeah) I really can't ignore How you walk into a room and still give me chills Do you really care? Hey, hey When I look into your eyes I'm under your love spell (love spell) I've been thinking a lot about it Let's just get away where we belong All the money in the world can't buy your love 'Cause our conversations so deep (so deep) It's like a harp when you speak (you speak) I lose my mind when you leave (you leave) Oh, baby, babe, you love me right, you hold me tight Hold me up against this music (woo-hoo) Oh, you do it, you do it to me (woo-hoo) Baby, babe, you love me right You hold me tight (whoa-oh) Up against this music Oh, you do it, you do it to me (yeah, yeah) How you do, why you do, why you do Why you do that to me? How you do, why you do, why you do Why you do that to me? Should I give my time? Just don't waste it, grab my waist and, baby Just stay right here So, babe, take my hand Please don't play with my perception Let's make it last instead I've been thinking a lot about it Let's just get away where we belong All the money in the world can't buy your love 'Cause our conversations so deep (so deep) It's like a harp when you speak (you speak) I lose my mind when you leave (you leave) Oh, baby, babe, you love me right, you hold me tight Hold me up against this music (woo-hoo) Oh, you do it, you do it to me (woo-hoo) Baby, babe, you love me right, you hold me tight (whoa-oh) Up against this music Oh, you do it, you do it to me (Yeah yeah) How you do, why you do, why you do Why you do that to me? How you do, why you do, why you do Why you do that to me?

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Do you like the way I talk to you Do I titillate your mind Gotta say I like your attitude And I'd love to make you mine But I gotta know do you really like me Do you really like me Low on time I'd like to make a move Yeah do you really like me Do you really like me Yeah we're still young but for how many moons I guess we'll find out I guess we'll wait and see Know I like you babe I hope you like me Worst case scenario ('nario) I get played But hey this ain't my first rodeo (rodeo) I hate that I'm so jaded Yeah it's cool but overrated I wanna be in love again oh-oh At first I was fucking your friend (your friend) But I wanted you Are we wrong I guess that depends (that depends) Will we end up together will you have my kids you better I wanna be in love again I guess we'll find out I guess we'll wait and see Know I like you babe I hope you like me Oh-oh-oh-oh ooh Oh ooh-ooh Singing oh-oh-oh-ooh ooh Oh ooh-ooh Oh-oh-oh-oh ooh Oh ooh-ooh Oh-oh-oh-oh ooh Oh ooh-ooh

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour