Someone new is living in my head
Sleeping around
Breaking my best... behaviour
Jets fly over, filling the flight path
Crossing the dark skies
Watching the radar... the radar
Oh my god
Your skin is so soft
To the touch
It's too much
Belle de Jour
I'm not sure you're listening
Belle de Jour
Yeah tell me what is missing
'Cause I still enjoy solitude
But when you're touching me...
Your skin is so soft
To the touch
To the taste
It's too much
I tune into the TV station
And I get brainwashed with the rest of the nation
The nation
I'm so caught up with what I'm thinking-
And my head is full
My body's aching... it's aching
Oh my god
Your skin is so soft
To the touch
It's too much
Belle de Jour
I'm not sure you're listening
Belle de Jour
Yeah tell me what is missing
'Cause I still enjoy solitude
But when you're touching me...
Your skin is so soft
To the touch
To the taste
It's too much

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