I think he knows His footprints on the sidewalk Lead to where I canÂŽt stop Go there everyâ night Iâ think he knows
Hisâ hands around a cold glass Make meâ wanna know that Body like itÂŽs mine
He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, IÂŽm drawing up the plans ItÂŽs like IÂŽm 17, nobody understands No one understands
He got my heartbeat Skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh, I mean Wanna see whatÂŽs under that attitude like I want you, bless my soul And I ainÂŽt gotta tell him, I think he knows I think he knows
I think he knows
When we get all alone IÂŽll make myself at home And heÂŽll want me to stay I think he knows He better lock it down Or I wonÂŽt stick around ÂŽCause good ones never wait (Ha)
He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, IÂŽm drawing up the plans HeÂŽs so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand Boy, I understand
He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat) Skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh, I mean (I mean) Wanna see whatÂŽs under that attitude like I want you, bless my soul
And I ainÂŽt gotta tell him, I think he knows I think he knows
I want you, bless my I want you, bless my soul I want you, bless my I want you, bless my soul
Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, IÂŽll drive Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, IÂŽll drive "So where we gonna go?" I whisper in the dark "Where we gonna go?" I think he knows
He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Skipping down 16th Avenue (Baby) Got that, oh, I mean (I mean) Wanna see whatÂŽs under that attitude like (Yeah) I want you, bless my soul And I ainÂŽt gotta tell him, I think he knows I think he knows
I want you, bless my I want you, bless my soul I want you, bless my (Oh, baby) I want you, bless my soul (He got my heartbeat) I want you, bless my (Skipping down 16th Avenue, baby) I want you, bless my soul I want you, bless my soul And I ainÂŽt gotta tell him, I think he knows
Traduction
Je crois quâil sait Que ses empreintes de pas sur le trottoir Me mĂšnent lĂ oĂč je ne peux pas mâarrĂȘter Je vais lĂ tous les soirs Je crois quâil sait
Il a cette expression enfantine que jâaime chez un homme Je suis architecte, je dessine les plans Câest comme si jâavais dix-sept ans, personne ne comprend Personne ne comprend
Je crois quâil le sait Quand on sera entiĂšrement seuls Je ferai comme chez moi Et il voudra que je reste Je crois quâil le sait Il ferait mieux de boucler lâendroit Sinon, je ne resterai pas Parce que les bons nâattendent jamais (Ha)