Verse
Bm A7 Bm
Surrounded by strangers in a boring party
A7 Bm A7 Bm A7
Hidden in a corner I'm talking with her
Bm A7 Bm
Focus on her mouth when she reveal her teeth
A7 Bm A7
Her smile is still shy but her eyes are stroking me
[Pre-Chorus]
D
Gm I Right?
A7 D
Don't she try to play with me
A7 D
Just like a puppet on a string
A7 D F#7
Could I trust her mischievous eyes and her mysterious smile
Bm A7
But I have nothing to say
[Interlude]
Bm A7 Bm A7
Bm A7
[Verse 2]
Bm A7 Bm
I can see her chest moving fast up and down
A7 Bm A7
She arouses me so deeply I can't help desire her
Bm A7 Bm
Should I take her hand or put my on her thigh
A7 Bm A7
All these gestures are fake I don't bear to be so banal
[Pre-Chorus]
D
Gm I mad?
A7 D
Have I dreamt all these signs today
A7 D
That make me think I should take her away
A7 D F#7
From all these boring people inside and make her open up
A#m7
Open up in my arms
[Chorus]
A Bm
We've got the feeling that we could be lovers
A Bm
We've got this feeling but have nothing to say
A Bm
We'd better hurry before feeling is over
F#7 Bm
We'd better hurry but have nothing to say
A Bm
We've got the feeling that we could be lovers
A Bm
We've got this feeling but have nothing to say
A Bm
We'd better hurry before feeling is over
F#7 Bm
We'd better hurry but have nothing to say
A Bm
We've got the feeling that we could be lovers
A Bm
We've got this feeling but have nothing to say
A Bm
We'd better hurry before feeling is over
F#7 D
We'd better hurry but have nothing to say
[Pre-Chorus]
A7 D
I confess I'm lost in confusion
A7 D
All my senses act up one by one
A7 D
I'm a mess, I'm clumsy like a child
F#7
My stomach is a floor-clothe
Bm
And I have nothing to say
[Chorus]
A Bm
We've got the feeling that we could be lovers
A Bm
We've got this feeling but have nothing to say
A Bm
We'd better hurry before feeling is over
F#7 Bm
We'd better hurry but have nothing to say
A Bm
We've got the feeling that we could be lovers
A Bm
We've got this feeling but have nothing to say
A Bm
We'd better hurry before feeling is over
F#7 D
We'd better hurry but have nothing to say
[Pre-Chorus]
A D
I was so many times about to succeed
A D
To steal her from her fears and her doubts
A7 D
But I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy with no gun
F#7
And my horse has a wood leg
Bm
And I have nothing to say
[Chorus]
A Bm
We've got the feeling that we could be lovers
A Bm
We've got this feeling but have nothing to say
A Bm
We'd better hurry before feeling is over
F#7 Bm
We'd better hurry but have nothing to say
A Bm
We've got the feeling that we could be lovers
A Bm
We've got this feeling but have nothing to say
A Bm
We'd better hurry before feeling is over
F#7 Bm
We'd better hurry but have nothing to say
[Outro]
A Bm
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