Cilla Black - Conversations
Tekst en muziek: Jerry Lordan, Roger Cook en Roger Greenaway
(1969)






Do you come here often
Have we met before
Tell me your impression now
Could you like me more
Could you even love me here
Is it too early to tell
Who am I foolin’
When I know too well



That it’s only conversation here in my mind
Great expectation, the loving kind
I’m losing my patience learning the lines
I’ve still got to meet him, mmm, mmm
I’ve still got to meet him, mmm, mmm
Lala lala, lala lala la la



Do you like the music
Funny, we should meet by chance
Maybe we’ll meet later
Have another dance
Suddenly I know you
Yes, I know you well
Could this really happen
Only tonight will tell



If it’s only conversations here in my mind
Great expectations, the loving kind
I’m losing my patience learning the lines
I’ve still got to meet him, mmm, mmm
Yes, I’ve still got to meet him, mmm, mmm
Lala lala, lala lala



But, when we meet
Will I act like I’ve done before
Make a move, try to speak
Raise my eyes from the floor
Say hello, nothing more, oh



’Cause, it’s only conversations here in my mind
Great expectations, the loving kind
I’m losing my patience learning the lines
I’ve still got to meet him, mmm, mmm
Yes, I’ve still got to meet him, oh lord



But it’s only conversations here in my mind
Great expectations, the loving kind
I’m losing my patience learning the lines
I’ve still got to meet him, mmm, mmm
Yes, I’ve still got to meet him, oh lord
Lala lala, lala lala la la









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