Dave Edmunds - Information Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Information By Dave Edmunds?
She's been around me all the while
Try as I might, I can't forget her smile In passing conversation, what did I hear her say? Where did she come from? Who is that woman anyway? What can I do to change her mind? Maybe she thinks that I'm just not her kind I think she wants me but she's trying to play hard to get When she treats me this way, I wish we'd never met Information, that's what I need Some information. Where did she come from? Information, that's what I need Some information Information, that's what I need Some information. Where did she come from? Information, give me a lead Some information The lights go down, the music's loud She's not around, I lost her in the crowd I really want her, but she's just a mystery What have I got to do to make her notice me? Information, that's what I need Some information. Where did she come from? Information, that's what I need Some information Information, that's what I need Some information. Where did she come from? Information, give me a lead Some information If only I could find a way What do I have to do to make her stay? I've got to find her again and try to steal her heart What I need is a lead, but I don't know where to start Information, that's what I need Some information. Where did she come from? Information, that's what I need Some information Information, that's what I need Some information. Where did she come from? Information, give me a lead Some information |
Who Wrote Information By Dave Edmunds?
Dave Edmunds, Mark Radice
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