Teksty: Rick Springfield. Alyson.

Talk about life, imitating art
Well I was sure that I heard the director yell
"Take it from the start"
And I could feel my body crushing yours
Camera dollied into place
Your husband's in the front row, I couldn't look him in the face

Part of the pleasure was that it felt so wrong
But it grew too fast, too strong

Don't you think your friends are talking Alyson?
They're blaming it all on me
I'm blaming it all on love
Well don't you think your friends are talking Alyson?
Just a little sexual tension
Under the guise of love

Young and tragic, I really felt the part
While we were sweating and screaming
Tearin' out his heart
Well I was sure I heard the wind and the wires
Crying in sympathy
For star-crossed lovers, Ally that ain't you or me

Part of the pleasure was that it felt so wrong
But it grew too fast, too strong

Don't you think your friends are talking Alyson?
They're blaming it all on me
I'm blaming it all on love
Well don't you think your friends are talking Alyson?
Just a little sexual tension
Under the guise of love

For a limited run in to your local bedroom
We knew the curtain would be coming down soon
Reviews were mixed, the press was unkind
Ally I hope they will forgive us in time, in time

Part of the attraction was that we knew it couldn't last
So we closed our eyes and held on

Don't you thing your friends are talking Alyson?
Who were we trying to fool?
What was I thinking of?

Don't you think your friends are talking Alyson?
They're blaming it all on me
I'm blaming it all on love
Well don't you think your friends are talking Alyson?
Just a little sexual tension
Under the guise of love