Richard Thompson

No's not a word

Richard Thompson


I'm going to pretend you like me too 
All of my messages come from you 
If I keep it up it might even drive you crazy 
I'm going to pretend you're my squeeze 
Arm in arm on the Champs Elysee 
If I keep it up it's the only thing might save me 

All of my life is a ritual dance, a ritual dance around you 
And the worship hurts to pieces 
Touch me here, touch me here on the precious jewel 
I wear in my head for you 
That only your hand releases 

Let me steal your thunder, won't you 
Let me be your boy wonder, won't you 
Let me thrill you, will you, won't you 
And no's not a word we use around here 
No's not a word we use around here 
No's not a word we use around here 

I'm going to pretend you're head over heels 
Sending me flowers, cooking me meals 
If I keep it up it might even drive you crazy 
I'm going to pretend we don't even sleep 
Bending the bedsprings, dogs on heat 
If I keep it up it's the only thing that might save me 

You don't need me creeping around, creeping around your door 
Like a lovesick labrador 
You don't need a bird-brain from the bottom of the food chain 
At the Rory O'More 
But it's what you'll get for sure 

Oh let me steal your thunder, won't you 
Let me be your boy wonder, won't you 
Let me thrill you, will you, won't you 
And no's not a word we use around here 
No's not a word we use around here 
No's not a word we use around here 
Oh no's not a word we use around here 
No's not a word we use around here 
No's not a word we use around here 
I said no's not a word 
No's not a word 
No's not a word