She's the flutter in my heart
The spring is in my step
My empty head
Sees the lump form in my throat
The view in my minds eye
My empty heart, heart, heart, heart, heart
My heart, heart, heart, heart
She's got her suspicions
She's got x-ray vision
She sees through me with her
X-ray, x-ray, x-ray, x-ray vision
X-ray, x-ray, x-ray, x-ray vision
See me shifting in my seat
Picks that in a heart beat
My empty head
Sees the tongue get to my cheek
My conscience bleak
My empty heart, heart, heart, heart, heart
My heart, heart, heart, heart
She's got her suspicions
She's got x-ray vision
She sees through me with her
X-ray, x-ray, x-ray, x-ray vision
X-ray, x-ray, x-ray, x-ray vision
And with this power
She can see
Through solid objects
Like you and me
Writer(s): Robert Dylan Thomas, Felix White, Hugo White, Shepherd Rupert Alexander J. Jarvis, Orlando Thomas Penhale Weeks
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