Paul Young
Yours

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

You don’t have to say, to my face
That happiness is mudded and mean
‘Cause I can tell
You don’t have to say
You can show it in a hundred ways

When someone raised, the different turn
You let it slip
But I overheard (Ooh oh ooh)
Ooh, let it all be yours
Inhabited that fall
Come young
Over and over

Until the time you said those words
You called down the nan
And until the time you spoke your thoughts
I was working up something, my mood

But if you’re here at the moment, you let it slip
And I overheard (Ooh oh ooh)
Ooh, lеt it all be yours
Inhabited that fall
Come young
Ovеr and over
When someone raised, the different turn
You let it slip
And I overheard (Ooh oh ooh)
Ooh, let it all be yours
Inhabited that fall
Come young
It is over and over, over

(Show
Someone I could never leave)