Teksty: Style Council (The). The Singular Adventures Of The Style Council. Wanted.

There?s a girl in my office
She keeps on stopping
Right in front of my eyes
Though I try and try
I can?t hide anymore
Letting my feelings speak for me

But when I try to speak
My tongue gets weak
I stay the lonely man I am

Why should it be
That my heart?s under lock
And I can?t find the key
Tell me, why should it seem
That I?m diving inside without making a try

Why oh, well I only want to be wanted

There?s a girl in my dreams
Working nights on my scenes
Till she has me in little bits

There?s a time and a place
But it moves at a pace
And I can?t seem to keep in time

There?s a word for the way
But no words can I say
So a lonely man I stay

Why should it be
I confess that it?s hard
Turning hopes into dreams but -
Why did I see
You cocoon yourself nights
Finding soup in your flies

Oh, I only to be wanted

Why should it be
That my heart?s under lock
And I can?t find the key
Tell me, why should it seem
That I?m diving inside without making a try

Why oh, well I only want to be wanted