The Misbegotten Songtext
von The Charlatans
The Misbegotten Songtext
Oh oh Oh-Ooh
(8 times)
If You don′t have the guts
To tell me who You are
If You don't have the look
Then You might not get us far
I dusted down your childhood
I gave You mine to share
I let You in my pockets
There′s enough loose change to spare
Could You be the last
You should have been the first
You played me as You threw me in a twisted universe
You touch me in a way
Like no one in this world
I don't even know if You're a boy or You′re a girl
I like
The way You touch me
(Touch me touch me touch me touch me)
Oh oh Oh-Ooh
(7 times)
For We are the misbegotten
Live with me through dark and light
On a journey into the unknown
While we feel wild tonight
I met a poet in a hotel
Just the other night
He said he lived in Aberdeen
And would I like to take his life
Then I found two girls
In matching bathing suits
While he would like to dye my hair
At least let me do your roots
It seems lately I′ve been struck
With what I really am
You can't see it in a picture
Or in a photograph
But I like the way you touch me
I like
The way you touch me
I like
The way you touch me
(Touch me touch me touch me touch me)
(8 times)
If You don′t have the guts
To tell me who You are
If You don't have the look
Then You might not get us far
I dusted down your childhood
I gave You mine to share
I let You in my pockets
There′s enough loose change to spare
Could You be the last
You should have been the first
You played me as You threw me in a twisted universe
You touch me in a way
Like no one in this world
I don't even know if You're a boy or You′re a girl
I like
The way You touch me
(Touch me touch me touch me touch me)
Oh oh Oh-Ooh
(7 times)
For We are the misbegotten
Live with me through dark and light
On a journey into the unknown
While we feel wild tonight
I met a poet in a hotel
Just the other night
He said he lived in Aberdeen
And would I like to take his life
Then I found two girls
In matching bathing suits
While he would like to dye my hair
At least let me do your roots
It seems lately I′ve been struck
With what I really am
You can't see it in a picture
Or in a photograph
But I like the way you touch me
I like
The way you touch me
I like
The way you touch me
(Touch me touch me touch me touch me)
Writer(s): Martin Blunt, Mark Collins, Timothy Burgess, Anthony Rogers, Jon Brookes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com