You And You And You

You And You And You

Tell me another kind of story.
Tell me the truth or a lie.
I know all about you,
I've seen you all around and inside.

You'll know its me, and I'll know its you.
And I know you'll hate some of the things I'll do.
You don't have to be angry; we don't have to fight.
'c]Cos one of these days, you know I might find

You and you and you to hold me
You and you and you to hear me
You and you and you to want me every single day
You and you and you to tease me
You and you and you to please me
You and you and you to love me, whatever people say.

Take me to another place.
Keep me with you.
I can tell that I'm learning,
I can see that I'm almost through.

Who are we? What are we?
Where will we be when we're there?
When is this? Why is this?
How can this really be fair?

You and you and you to hold me
You and you and you to hear me
You and you and you to want me every single day
You and you and you to tease me
You and you and you to please me
You and you and you to love me, whatever people say.

I see it coming round the bend.
It could be that everything depends on you.
What do I know about chances?
I make a four the hard way,
and I'd bet on lousy hands for (you)

You and you and you to hold me
You and you and you to hear me
You and you and you to want me every single day
You and you and you to tease me
You and you and you to please me
You and you and you to love me, whatever people say.

You and you and you to hold me
You and you and you to hear me
You and you and you to want me, whatever people say.
It's you.