Listening - Marian Hill, Steve Davit

Wasn’t sure when I met ya

You were talking sweet

Tryna see where it’d get ya

See I like to be discrete

But when we get together

I’m hard to please

And you’re soft as a feather

I don’t know if you know what you do

I think I’d like to be stuck with you

Casually, tragically, comfortable

Mmm

Boy, I can tell that you’ve been listening, listening

Boy, I can tell that you’ve been listening, listening

There’s something 'bout you

You don’t miss a thing, miss a thing

Boy, I can tell that you’ve been listening, listening

Listening, listening

Listening, listening

Listening, listening

Listening, listening

When I want that

And you want that

When I want that

And you want that

Looking in your direction

You already know

And proceed with discretion

Got a lot of melodies

In my mind undressing

You turn me up

And I’m down for a session

I’ve been so temptable all the time

Watching me, watching you read my mind

What were you saying 'bout candlelight?

Mmm

Boy, I can tell that you’ve been listening, listening

Boy, I can tell that you’ve been listening, listening

There’s something 'bout you

You don’t miss a thing, miss a thing

Boy, I can tell that you’ve been listening, listening

Listening, listening (When I want that)

Listening, listening (And you want that)

Listening, listening (When I want that)

Listening, listening

When I want that (la-la-la, la-la-la)

And you want that (la-la-la, la-la-la)

When I want that (la-la-la, la-la-la)

And you want that