And in the end I'm Sure I'll know it's My mistake We're forsaken
I can't see anyway This could be healthy to do I guess I hoped we could find another way to just get through and sometimes I'm feelin' that That I should find away out of this mess
I guess we'll make a way This isn't healthy to do I guess I hope we can find another way to just get through This is none of your business
There is nowhere to hide In a room so full of eyes Until we die we're never satisfied We'll lust for and feed the dissatisfaction of want and need
Oh yeah, can I tell you a secret While your voice hung thick in the waves You were mistaken if you thought I could behave I was not afraid
But little honey I needed I needed a reminder from you There sure ain't nothin' like the sight of your fine skin From across the room
Oh yeah this sure seems so familiar The same feelings that I thought I had lost We're only waiting to come in through another door at another cost And why? Cause we reap what we sow and it's a difficult crop
But we keep cutting down yet it grows again Still it grows again
Writer/s: BENJAMIN ALLEN WEINMAN, GREGORY JOHN PUCIATO
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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Carla Thomas became the first woman to achieve a Top 10 hit on the Hot 100 with a song she wrote herself when "Gee Whiz (Look At His Eyes)" reached the chart's top tier in 1961. Thomas was just 16-years-old when she penned it.
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