It's You - Robert Schwartzman

Got a word on the tip of my tongue

That old familiar forgetfulness keeps on comin'

And I’m left here like a stray on the street

You tagged and packed me all the way home

I don’t wanna let it hurt

Now you know I got a bloody t-shirt

Maybe I wasn’t good enough

Never know cause you gave it all up

Now we got this predicament

Somebody someday gotta face the music

You don’t have to talk to me

But someway, someday I know you’re gonna see

Its you

Just you (and me)

It’s you

Just you (and me)

Now you tell me you got another man

Pushing buttons like your my auto harp accordion to me

He’s got moves that we’ve seen before

But you’re falling for him anyway

I don’t wanna be a bitter man

Now you got, I wondered who I am

Can’t get past this hurricane

Spinning out, living in pain

Someone tell you where’s a brother now

Telling you how we got it back

Can’t pretend not to see it now

Cause all in all it all comes back

To you

Just you (and me)

It’s you

It’s just you (and me)

Come on back when you need another hand, and you’re

Used up like a scrapbook cut out on a book, a page, a book in age

Biggin best buy on it’s my a day.

If you open listen to yourself you see that there’s no need for another

association

Got no motivation but the front row, of the fashion show, and the cover of a

magazine