There's a hidden meaning
  in everything he says,
  every close encounter,
  every kiss, every caress.
  Even the truth has got that bitter taste of a lie.
  Well, I can read his lips but
  I can't read his mind.
    I can see him dance away now
  oh oh - oh oh oh.
    He was one of the kind
  that seems so hard to find.
  There's a change of weather, now
  he leaves me far behind.
  That I don't matter to him
  came as such a surprise.
  Well, I can read his lips,
  I thought I read his eyes.
    And I can see him...