and i don't want anyone instead of ya
come on and give it to me
and i ain't never met nobody better-er
you're someone else's baby
i'm so sick of living for other people
took meeting you to realise
put your little hand in mine and
oh you make me wanna listen to music again
yeah you make me wanna listen to music again
there had been many moons before i met ya
and i don't know when i last put paper to pen
and now you give me back my raison d'etre
and i know in some ways we're kinda evil
got my roots and you've got ties
but my heart's no stranger to upheaval
put your little hand in mine and look into my eyes
you make me wanna listen to music again
you make me wanna listen to music again
look into my eyes baby eyes
i just wanna listen to music again
i'm so sick of living for other people
took meeting you to realize
put your little hand in mine and look into my eyes
you make me wanna listen to music again whoa
you make me wanna listen to music again whoa
you make me wanna listen to music again whoa
you make me wanna listen to music again