Sometimes all I need Is to lie on my floor Stereo headphones, crown of thorns Wrapped around my head Is that what you said? I think I misheard You spoke the words right through my head Sometimes all I am Is a walking sitarette On the avenue, searching for you I hang That picture on the wall Drawn when you were so small Cant be so on That picture on the wall Sometimes all I need Is for my love to call The words can write themselves But please give me a call Please give me a call Please give me a call
call, sometimes, misheard, sitarette, please