Wanted (Or Waiter, There's Some Soup In My Flies) - The Style Council

There’s a girl in my office

She keeps on stopping

Right in front of my eyes

Though I try and try

I can’t hide anymore

Letting my feelings speak for me

But when I try to speak

My tongue gets weak

I stay the lonely man I am

Why should it be

That my heart’s under lock

And I can’t find the key

Tell me, why should it seem

That I’m diving inside without making a try

Why oh, well I only want to be wanted

There’s a girl in my dreams

Working nights on my scenes

Till she has me in little bits

There’s a time and a place

But it moves at a pace

And I can’t seem to keep in time

There’s a word for the way

But no words can I say

So a lonely man I stay

Why should it be

I confess that it’s hard

Turning hopes into dreams but —

Why did I see

You cocoon yourself nights

Finding soup in your flies

Oh, I only to be wanted

Why should it be

That my heart’s under lock

And I can’t find the key

Tell me, why should it seem

That I’m diving inside without making a try

Why oh, well I only want to be wanted