I'd like to find out what places she's been
What's behind her locked door
Or better yet, know if I'm out or I'm in
If the renovator still runs the top floor
Perhaps she would say
She was a student of hope
And I'm dangling from the end
Of a disintegrating rope
But I don't wish to spark off
Her outraged imagination
I don't wish to get into
Any double-edged conversation

It's a touchy situation
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh, yes
It's a touchy situation
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh, yes

Someday I'll find out
What I'm now afraid to ask
And I'll discover what lies there
Beneath the doormats
Perhaps she would say
That I'm just deathly afraid
To see her make the same
Mistake that I made
And it might lead to
Some sweet revelation
She knows I hate
Eating this conversation

It's a touchy situation
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh, yes
It's a touchy situation
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh, yes

I say, "Are you doing well, baby?"
She says, "Go ask your father"
I say, "Give me yes, no, or maybe"
She says, "Why should I bother?"
I say
She says
I say, oh
I'll ask you tomorrow
I'll ask you tomorrow

If I could only break the code of her fears, I could
Expose the secrets to the river of her tears
Rattle her senses 'til she's blowin' for a kiss, oh, hey
Before she'd exercise
Those powers of manipulation

It's a touchy situation
It's a touchy situation
It's a touchy situation
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh, yes
It's a touchy situation
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh, yes

It's a touchy situation
It's a touchy situation
It's a touchy situation
It's a touchy situation Writer/s: Jack Savoretti, Robert Dylan
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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