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Verse1:
put on the tv, flick through the stations
is it the truth or a misinterpretation?
he doesn't care, all he cares about is going out tonight.
he tucks his shirt in and does his does his hair nice
hes got to run to catch the bus and pays full price
ten minutes late, so he takes a deep breath and then goes inside
now hes sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
he hasnt had a shave so he looks a little older
and he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chance
yeah he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
he changes on to doubles so he doesnt feel this sober
oh the drink, oh its making you think he's got more than a chance
so he stumbles down the hallway
his body's tired but in his mind he's wide awake
he's not thinking about the foreplay
he's just a little boy who didn't realise:
Chorus:
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says
Verse2:
all he wanted was affection,
it was so rude of her to blatently reject him in that way,
just a little misunderstanding,
and now its all too late
the fists fly in with a fury of rage
so he spills out into the garden
no window screen up with no trying to see the action from inside
oh but please don't wake the neighbours
he's just a little lad who didn't realise:
Chorus:
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says
"no you can't understand, you don't realise" she says
"you don't love with your hands, you love with your eyes" she says