Ah, you've got such understanding ways I believe everything that you say Smiling faces not forgotten 'cause I love you When I think of all the things
You've got such understanding ways I believe everything that you say Smiling faces not forgotten 'cause I love you When I think of all the things
: So I'm back, to the velvet underground Back to the floor, that I love To a room with some lace and pAper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the
it loose oh the things that you say and do, wow. And the way that you move to the music Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds You like indie
, on the air Cos I despise you, and I'll say it, yes I dare I got a stereo in my head Got a hi-fi in my mansion I'm searching for another way Radio 2
Every time I think of her, I close my eyes. She was a velvet doll, she was a punk rocker. When I walked off stage I fell in love with her. I stared at
So I'm back, to the velvet underground Back to the floor, that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy, that I was To the
I gotta move Hey babe, I guess I'm falling in love I got fever in my pocket Down to my shoes Oh babe, I guess I'm falling in love I got in my pocket
I don't care about your ways Of love and life and walkin' I don't care about your days Of carin' and not talkin' But it's your right The way that you
I see her, you know, I go too long Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do Well, I ain't lying, baby, I ain't crying I've been this way for a long, long time, wow,
And you're looking for love You're over the hill right now And you're looking for love I'll come running to you honey when you want me I'll come running
callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry
miss one would seem to be groundless I head what you said, Marguerita heard Tom And of course you're a bore but in that you're not charmless 'Cause a
my mind Woh, take it for a little while No, I can watch it on tv, yeah Satellite of love, satellite of love Satellite of love, satellite of I've been told, baby, you
underground Next time 'round You've got something that I want now And I've got something I can't hide I've got too much love for you now You got too
to my toes White light I said now, goodness knows, do it I surely do love to watch that stuff shooting itself in Watch that side, watch that side, don't you
, which is why I've elected to credit all three musicians. Original Velvet Underground Version White light, go on messing up my mind Don't you know
