Fantôme

The streets are littered like a politician’s hotel room Bodies lay there in the corridors The summer heat brews the stink of Manhattan funk There you are like an opium dream I like the way you walk to work each day I love the way you ride the subway I love the way your perfume frustrates all your stalkers I wish I was you I wish you were me You’re haunting me The conference room is filled with phonies Making big plans for things that won’t happen The nervous consultant spills coffee on his white starched shirts There you are like an opium dream I like the way you prepare your notes I like the way you practice your speeches I loe the way you plan your vacations online I love you lying naked on tropical beaches You’re haunting me, haunting Haunting me, haunting Your bedroom light’s been off all winter But you’re finally back in town Thanks for your call I’m coming over So we can wake the neighbors It’s what we’ll do on the 42nd floor I like the way you call my name I love the way your neighbors complain I live the sound of our naked bodies I am now you and you are now me Haunting me, haunting Haunting me, haunting Wanting The ghosts don’t go away Haunting me