Picture This Songtext
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Picture This Songtext
All I want is a room with a view
It′s not worth seeing a vision of you
All I want is a room with a view
Whoa-oh, whoa-whoa-whoa
I will give you my finest hour
The one I spent watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour
All I want is a photo in my wallet
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a picture of you
Picture this: a day in December
Picture this: freezing cold weather
You've got clouds on your lids and you′d be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage, if you could only, whoa-whoa
Picture this: a sky full of thunder
Picture this: my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you, oh yeah
All I want is 20/20 vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you, whoa
Picture this: a day in December
Picture this: freezing cold weather
You′ve got clouds on your lids and you′d be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage, if you could only, whoa-whoa
Picture this: a sky full of thunder
Picture this: my telephone number
One and one is what I′m telling you
Get a pocket computer, try to do what you used to do, yeah
It′s not worth seeing a vision of you
All I want is a room with a view
Whoa-oh, whoa-whoa-whoa
I will give you my finest hour
The one I spent watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour
All I want is a photo in my wallet
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a picture of you
Picture this: a day in December
Picture this: freezing cold weather
You've got clouds on your lids and you′d be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage, if you could only, whoa-whoa
Picture this: a sky full of thunder
Picture this: my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you, oh yeah
All I want is 20/20 vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you, whoa
Picture this: a day in December
Picture this: freezing cold weather
You′ve got clouds on your lids and you′d be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage, if you could only, whoa-whoa
Picture this: a sky full of thunder
Picture this: my telephone number
One and one is what I′m telling you
Get a pocket computer, try to do what you used to do, yeah
Writer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry, James Destri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
