Daryl Hall & John Oates - Private Eyes Lyrics

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Private Eyes

Private Eyes Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Private Eyes By Daryl Hall & John Oates?
I see you, you see me
Watch you blowin' the lines When you're making a scene Oh girl, you've got to know What my head overlooks The senses will show to my heart When it's watching for lies You can't escape my Private eyes They're watching you They see your every move Private eyes They're watching you Private eyes They're watching you watching You watching you watching you You play with words you play with love You can twist it around baby that ain't enough 'Cause girl I'm gonna know If you're letting me in or letting me go Don't lie when you're hurting inside 'Cause you can't escape my Private eyes They're watching you They see your every move Private eyes They're watching you Private eyes They're watching you watching You watching you watching you Why you try to put up a front for me I'm a spy but on your side you see Slip on, into any disguise I'll still know you Look into my Private eyes They're watching you They see your every move Private eyes They're watching you Private eyes They're watching you Private eyes They're watching you They see your every move Private eyes They're watching you Private eyes They're watching you Private eyes They're watching you They see your every move Private eyes They're watching you Private eyes They're watching you |
Who Wrote Private Eyes By Daryl Hall & John Oates?
Sara Allen, Janna M. Allen, Daryl Hall, Warren Pash
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