Kim Wilde This Paranoia
Oooh, I feel the fear in you I see it in your face I know the colour, shape, the size I even know the taste You wear it like a trophy But I see it wear you down I hold my breath and count to ten Each time you come around
Now here we go again And both of us pretend You know it has no end
This paranoia Why'd you want to bring me down again Ooh, this paranoia What's it doing for ya? Why don't you throw it out!
Ooh, you make a calculation And you always know the score You say that two and two is ten Even when we know it's four And if a judge and jury turned to you And said "guilty" You'd only look them in the eye And say "it wasn't me"
Now here we go again And both of us pretend You know it has no end
This paranoia ...
Blaming everybody for your own mistakes Don't know how much longer I can fake this Ooh, cos I can't take no more
This paranoia ...
Throw it out!