She Makes Me Quiver Songtext
von Stephen Duffy

She′s dreamy to the max
I tried to make a joke
You didn't seem to listen
Your cape was full of smoke
And I was fiercely bitten
The wind outside could bite
My love for you was savage
Was my conversation trite?
Or weighed down with luggage?
She′s got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver
The soft suede of her boots
Would admit you are neurotic
Your Maxfield Parrish suits
Your style like a narcotic
But if I can't be debonair
I′ll just be gaunt and gothic
Can we make a pair
Yes that would be exotic


She′s got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver
I love you massively
I love you passively
Tiptoe to my kisses
Give me my best wishes
She′s got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She′s got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver
She′s dreamy to the max
The soft suede of her boots
Would admit you are neurotic
Your Maxfield Parrish suits
Your style like a narcotic
But if I can't be debonair
I'll just be gaunt and gothic
Can we make a pair
Yes that would be exotic
She′s got a lot of problems
She′s got a lot of problems
She's got a lot of problems
She makes me quiver
She′s dreamy to the max
She makes me quiver
She's dreamy to the max
She makes me quiver
She′s dreamy to the max
She makes me quiver
She's dreamy to the max