Songtexte: Elvis Costello. I Turn Around.

Sometimes I try so hard to resist, you say you will and I say you won't.
Sometimes I think that you don't exsist and sometimes you don't.
Pinch me 'cause I don't believe it.
Kiss me 'cause it feels like a hit.
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
You're determined to make me as miserable as you can.
You're like Harry Houdini or the Invisible Man.
Count 10 and then down again.
9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Doing everything they say shouldn't be done,
more fun than you can have with your clothes on.
Pinch me 'cause I don't believe it.
Kiss me 'cause it feels like a hit.
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
You're determined to make me as miserable as you can.
You're like Harry Houdini or the Invisible Man.
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
The less I see of you, the more I care.
The less I see of you, the more I care.