What Other Guy

I know what you look like in the morning,
your kisses are soft and warm.
I can draw you with my eyes closed,
See you with nothin' on but the radio.
I know how many years of French you took,
your favourite movies, your favourite books.
I know what really gets you goin'.. glowin'.
I know where you go with your beautiful friends.
I know what you taste like when the night ends.
I know the kind of thing that makes you laugh,
the way you tilt your head for a photograph.
What other guy knows you like that?
And I can name the first guy you ever kissed.
I can name the perfume on your wrist.
What other guy knows you like that?
Oh, Anne.. Oh, Anne..
I know what you want by what you’re wearin',
the kind of night you’re preparin'.
I know what your hands do when you’re kissin',
ya' number one and number two favourite positions.
I know how your skin glistens.. listen.
I know where you go with your beautiful friends.
I know what you taste like when the night ends.
I know the kind of thing that makes you laugh,
the way you tilt your head for a photograph.
What other guy knows you like that?
I can name the first guy you ever kissed.
I can name the perfume on your wrist.
What other guy knows you like that?
Oh, Anne.. (Oh, Anne..) Oh, Anne.. (Oh, Anne..) Oh, Anne.. (Oh, Anne..) Oh, Anne..
I know where you go with your beautiful friends.
Yes, I know what you taste like when the night ends.
I know the kind of thing that makes you laugh,
the way you tilt your head for a photograph.
What other guy knows you like that?
I can name the first guy you ever kissed.
I can name the perfume on your wrist.
What other guy knows you like that?
Oh, Anne.. Oh, Anne.. (Oh, Anne..) Oh, Anne.. Oh, Anne.. (Oh, Anne..) Oh, Anne.. Oh, Anne (Oh, Anne..) Oh, Anne.. Oh, Anne..