Tanita Tikaram
I Love You Johnny was a peculiar guyBrough up on love and the reasons whybut the reasons why ought not to be said
and so I’m left hands held to my head
I love youI love you
I love you
It’s a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing
It’s a beautiful, beautiful thing
Chances, changes are all that you haveAs you take the hard stuff and lie on your backThe smoothness, strangenessFits like a gloveBut the comfort of tease
Still rises above
I love youI love you
I love you
But is it possible, possible, possible babe?
Is it possible for you and me?
Gold and waves and Betty BlueAre the images that lead to the clues of whyI can’t love youI can’t love youI can’t love you
It isn’t possible