There's
a
hidden
meaning
in
everything
he
says,
every
close
encounter,
every
kiss,
every
caress.
Even
the
truth
has
got
that
bitter
taste
of
a
lie.
Well,
I
can
read
his
lips
but
I
can't
read
his
mind.
I
can
see
him
dance
away
now
oh
oh
-
oh
oh
oh.
He
was
one
of
the
kind
that
seems
so
hard
to
find.
There's
a
change
of
weather,
now
he
leaves
me
far
behind.
That
I
don't
matter
to
him
came
as
such
a
surprise.
Well,
I
can
read
his
lips,
I
thought
I
read
his
eyes.
And
I
can
see
him...
