(What could be lonely 'bout you?
What could be lonely 'bout you?
What could be lonely 'bout you?
What could be lonely 'bout you?
What could be lonely 'bout you?)
No
There ain't nothing special 'bout my life
My egoism is so not
But oh so comfortably confusion is my life,
Pleased to meet you baby
'Cause I've got infinity to bring me a little paradise...
There you are to kiss me
Must you always live right now?
But I always see you right in the middle of everybody's life
Singing everybody wants me there
But everybody wants to put me down
What could be lonely 'bout you?
What could be lonely 'bout you baby?
You're immaculately touched
And they love you so much
Whatever's lonely 'bout you
Only makes me totally convinced
that my own personal gravity serves me well
Why am I always misinterpreting my guilt?
My happiness makes me sad somehow
And I'm no guardian angel but I can loan you mine
They're tickling all my precious depressions
So melancholy's bringing me a little
of what he calls paradise
I'm bored with my elation
It humors me to tears sometimes
But always manages to put a little hickey
on everybody's mind
Why does everybody want me here
But no one here can give me reasons why?
What could be lonely 'bout you?
What could be lonely 'bout you baby?
You're immaculately touched
And they love you so much
Whatever's lonely 'bout you
Only makes me totally convinced
that my own personal gravity serves me well
Why do I do everything
