"Suspicion" as written by and Michael Mills Peter Buck....
Now my suspicion's on the rise
I have known I have known your kind.
Please don't talk don't make me think
Order up another drink
Let me let imagination drive.
Can't you see
I need
Nothing too deep.
Imagination
Come alive
Suspicion
Tonight I'll dream tonight.
Listen to the devils in my ear.
Tell me what what I want to hear
You're so funny you're so fine.
You're so perfect you're so mine.
That I never had an opportunity
To hide
No I never had a chance
Can't you see
I need
Nothing too deep.
Imagination
Come alive
Suspicion
Tonight, I'll dream tonight.
Look into my eyes.
They hypnotize.
The lights, the drinks.
Let the music carry you away
My eyes are blurred
My sights are limited
Am I sensing a familiar twinge?
Please don't speak
Make me think
It's all too deep
Imagination
Come alive
Suspicion
Step down, I'll dream tonight.
Step down, I'll dream
You're so naked baby
Carry me away
Dream, dream
I have known I have known your kind.
Please don't talk don't make me think
Order up another drink
Let me let imagination drive.
Can't you see
I need
Nothing too deep.
Imagination
Come alive
Suspicion
Tonight I'll dream tonight.
Listen to the devils in my ear.
Tell me what what I want to hear
You're so funny you're so fine.
You're so perfect you're so mine.
That I never had an opportunity
To hide
No I never had a chance
Can't you see
I need
Nothing too deep.
Imagination
Come alive
Suspicion
Tonight, I'll dream tonight.
Look into my eyes.
They hypnotize.
The lights, the drinks.
Let the music carry you away
My eyes are blurred
My sights are limited
Am I sensing a familiar twinge?
Please don't speak
Make me think
It's all too deep
Imagination
Come alive
Suspicion
Step down, I'll dream tonight.
Step down, I'll dream
You're so naked baby
Carry me away
Dream, dream
Lyrics submitted by xpankfrisst
"Suspicion" as written by Michael Mills Peter Buck
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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That bitter self-deluding feeling you get when you feed off your stereotyped ideas of types and intuition.
Short skirt = sexually promiscuious; red lips = sexually promiscuious; black bra = sexually promiscuious etc. etc. until you're so wrapped up in it and hypnotised by your own delusions you KNOW you're right.
Fantastic song
This song is about letting go ...
Essentially, the protagonist gets drunk ("Order up another drink"... "My eyes are blurred...My sights are limited") and picks up random sexual partners, but is clearly not interested in knowing them in any "deep" way.
The protagonist uses their imagination to "fill in the blanks" about the person they have picked up. They know they are deluding themselves on some level, but go ahead with it anyway.