Thursday's Child - Tanita Tikaram

I swear I wasn’t cat-napping

To edge into your life

I didn’t notice no sad thing

(It's a sundance)

To the strange strains that you entice

Now you may walk into an ocean view

(Exciting)

It’s like you have understood

And I was just talking at you

Talking at you

For the good inside, the good inside of us

Do you send me?

No, you’re a kind of dream

But somewhere in the scheme of things

We’ll find who’s Thursday’s Child

We don’t have to undo you

Or entertain your kind

Only reason I talk to you

Is 'cause I think you maybe, a heart attack is blind

And checking out your résumé

And making out your plans

The kisses are not something we can talk about

They happened — and you laughed about it

Laugh out loud

Do you send me?

No, you’re a kind of dream

But somewhere in the scheme of things

We’ll find who’s Thursday’s Child

Once

Is our boast

Do you?

Would you

Only excite me

To join us is a talking clock

He tells us everything

We want him to stop

But somewhere in the corner

He’s a-laughin'

He’s a-crying out loud

For some kind of attention which isn’t shrouded by

Nicety is something which hangs around this stage

Believe me when I tell you — you can act around it

Mewl and puke about it

I don’t want to hurt you

I just want to join in

This is a kindly creamer

A kindly crematorium

Do you send me?

No, you’re a kind of dream

But somewhere in the scheme of things

We’ll find who’s Thursday’s Child