Fantôme
The streets are littered like a politician's hotel room
Bodies lay there in the corridors
The summer heat brews the stink of Manhattan funk
There you are like an opium dream
I like the way you walk to work each day
I love the way you ride the subway
I love the way your perfume frustrates all your stalkers
I wish I was you
I wish you were me
You're haunting me
The conference room is filled with phonies
Making big plans for things that won't happen
The nervous consultant spills coffee on his white starched shirts
There you are like an opium dream
I like the way you prepare your notes
I like the way you practice your speeches
I loe the way you plan your vacations online
I love you lying naked on tropical beaches
You're haunting me, haunting
Haunting me, haunting
Your bedroom light's been off all winter
But you're finally back in town
Thanks for your call
I'm coming over
So we can wake the neighbors
It's what we'll do on the 42nd floor
I like the way you call my name
I love the way your neighbors complain
I live the sound of our naked bodies
I am now you and you are now me
Haunting me, haunting
Haunting me, haunting
Wanting
The ghosts don't go away
Haunting me
Bodies lay there in the corridors
The summer heat brews the stink of Manhattan funk
There you are like an opium dream
I like the way you walk to work each day
I love the way you ride the subway
I love the way your perfume frustrates all your stalkers
I wish I was you
I wish you were me
You're haunting me
The conference room is filled with phonies
Making big plans for things that won't happen
The nervous consultant spills coffee on his white starched shirts
There you are like an opium dream
I like the way you prepare your notes
I like the way you practice your speeches
I loe the way you plan your vacations online
I love you lying naked on tropical beaches
You're haunting me, haunting
Haunting me, haunting
Your bedroom light's been off all winter
But you're finally back in town
Thanks for your call
I'm coming over
So we can wake the neighbors
It's what we'll do on the 42nd floor
I like the way you call my name
I love the way your neighbors complain
I live the sound of our naked bodies
I am now you and you are now me
Haunting me, haunting
Haunting me, haunting
Wanting
The ghosts don't go away
Haunting me
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Writer(s): John Reilly
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