Your footsteps are Pavlov's bell Your touch makes me young I should need to look no further But I do You satisfy my ego But still I'm pathologically restless I hopelessly wander away from you I know in my heart I should want no one else But I do I know in my heart I should want no one else But I do I hear your words in their idle chatter I smell you on me over their perfume I think of you when I'm with them I'm so ashamed But my heart is a liar It betrays and confuses me When I'm disabled by sorrow It's to blame