(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) 

I've been watching your performance 
From the minute you got here 
you've been riding on your high horse 
But your motives are not clear 
You have filled up all the ashtrays 
And the carpets wearing thin 
I believe we both speak English 
Won't you kindly let me in 
Let me in all I want to do is help you 
Let me in, let me in, let me in 

You keep looking out the window 
You keep staring at the door 
Yeah and every time the phone rings 
You make frantic semaphore 
I'm a man that's used to trouble 
I've seen all the seven sins 
I'll even be your long lost uncle 
If you'll only let me in . .. 
Let me in all I want to do is help you 
Let me in, let me in, let me in 

You know they say a trouble shared's a trouble half way gone 
But bottle it inside and you'll explode 
I'd rather have your tears than nitro-glycerine 
So let me in I can take the load 
I can mend a heart that's broken 
Put a patch on your romance 
But I gotta have some detail 
Time and place and circumstance 
I'm a man that's used to trouble 
I've seen all the seven sins 
There ain't nothin' left to shock me 
But you gotta let me in . ..