Music by Marie Fredriksson and Per Gessle;
Lyrics by Per Gessle
There's a hidden meaning in everything he says,
every close encounter, every kiss, every caress.
Even the truth has got that bitter taste of a lie.
Well, I can read his lips but I can't read his mind.
I can see him dance away now oh oh - oh oh oh.
He was one of the kind that seems so hard to find.
There's a change of weather, now he leaves me far behind.
That I don't matter to him came as such a surprise. Well,
I can read his lips, I thought I read his eyes. And I can see him... |